Archive for January, 2012

I have no response to that

Picture Sam, playing in the car. Picture me, standing outside asking her if she wants to come inside. Imagine, if you will, her leaning on the steering wheel and sounding the horn; in the process she startles herself quite a lot. Now picture the look on my face when I open the door to talk […]

Toilet training leads to very odd requests

“COME AND LOOK AT MY PRETTY POO!” That is all.