1. Coming off a night of brutal insomnia. The last time I looked at the clock it was 1:45 a.m.
2. When Lucy woke up, she trotted off to the potty like a good little girl, but she spotted something she wanted out of the trashcan. She stood up so abruptly that the potty chair stuck to her legs. Pee was everywhere. (I didn't actually let her get what she wanted from the trash either --used dental floss!)
3. Before we even left the house Henry and Lucy were locked in the throes of a vicious argument over whether or not Henry was a robot. The more Henry denied it, the more tenaciously Lucy insisted it must be true.
Fortunately for me coffee, the gym, and the half price perennial sale at my favorite local garden center can fix practically anything.
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Several weeks ago, a kid at the playground called another kid a baby. Kid #2 screamed, whined, and cried for a good five minutes straight that he was "not a baby."
The irony was lost on him. I tried not to laugh directly at him, but smirked the whole time he was bawling.
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