Please refrain from speaking until I've poured at least a cup in me. Preferably two cups. Thank you.
This morning, with Alec in...oh I don't know...where ever he is. Calendar says last week Phoenix, this week Fort Lauderdale, next week Atlanta...I had the dubious honor of walking Lauren to the school bus stop. Lindsay toddled along beside me holding my hand. On the way back, she was walking beside me, but refused to hold my hand. So I kept walking, calling, "Come on, Lindsay, we're heading home!" as cheerfully as I could muster.
After a few steps, I realized she was not following, and turned to discover my
I picked her up, gave her a swat on the behind, and said, "Lindsay DOES NOT go in the street. No no. NOT IN THE STREET," sternly.
Riiiight. Because it's not like anyone was watching her or anything.