Seriously, this is how I feel like our life is sometimes. Baby tells us how, who, what, when, where, why, why not, if, but, either or, neither nor ....you get the picture. Where does Baby learn this art? This craft? I believe it all starts in the hospital nursery. Oh, they look all innocent in their pink and blue fuzzy hats, their nobby little belly buttons, their cute little bundledness, but if you listen closely.....you might hear this:
"Get weady, boys and gurrs, you gonna meet mom and dad! They have a wot to wearn, so wets get started!"
And so it begins.
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