The other day, I was sitting at my desk and Ryan was playing behind me in the kitchen. I'd hear him babbling and turn around to check on him every 30 seconds or so. All of a sudden, it was quiet.
[insert ominous background music here]
I walk into the kitchen, look to my left and discover:
Toddler, girl scout cookies in each hand, and all around
I like the way you typed all of this in. Have you ever considered writing a parenting novel? It'd be good, funny and inspiring.
Posted by: Jamie Scott (yer son) | April 16, 2005 at 07:27 PM