My father collects all of his change for the year and gives it to the boys on their birthdays. He brought out his stash of change this year, and Jonny exclaimed, "Holy Abalone, that's a lot of cash!"
I didn't realize that, along with every contagious disease that comes down the pike, that I would also catch the dreaded scourge of whining. I was at the doctor's office yesterday, loaded down with sweet little baby, when the receptionist handed me a three page document to fill out. "Do I have to do it now?" I whined.
It's become apparent that Bobby needs to have his own blog. After all, he did have his own email address a full year before he learned not to soil his pants. Or would that be ratcheting up the precocious child (and obnoxious mom) meter a bit much?
Bobby wants to play now. Right now! Now his knee is on my left arm as I type. When I posted the first message, he looked at it and said "That smells like your email!"
Comments