So we're in the building supply store yesterday (ever notice that they're indistinguishable except for the color of paint?), and we've just walked in and are trying to figure out where we might find storage shelving and a water test kit. From down the aisle in the cavernous expanse I slowly realize that I'm hearing, "Mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy, ..." in a continuous stream of unattended attention-seeking. A pause. And just as I'm deciding not to razz Christi about the travails of the future, it starts up again - "Mommy, mommy, Daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy...". And Christi looks up - she's heard it too - and says, "Can I take it back?" ;-). Yeah. No.
Sunday, March 18, 2007
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