Me, to Anna: “Baby, don’t cry. Let me wipe your droolies. Do you want another ba-ba before bed?”
Doug: “Now why won’t the bartender ever say that to me?”
A little baby/drunk metaphorical humor for you all.
My Nonsensical Thought of the Day
My Einstein moment of the day…
…having to ask Doug for assistance with a childproof cap. Along with it came an unsettling idea: what if these caps come with built-in IQ detectors, and I didn’t make the grade? Which begs one more question—until I master these caps, should I really be left in charge of medicating the children?
My 2010 summer in review
Chased a preschooler and toddler around in the 90-degree humidity, a baby dangling from my arms and two dogs barking at my heels. Wasn’t there a time when the word “summer” was attached to “vacation”?
Little boy, grant me but two wishes…
…that you will never outgrow your kids’ size nine sneakers, and that you will always hold onto my shoulders and step into your superhero underpants one leg at a time.