Friday, November 11, 2011
We're standing in the upstairs hallway and she points down to the living room and says "Mommy, toilet paper downstairs" all confused like.
"OK, you can go get it. Put it in the bathroom"
...mother intuition that silence is deadly kicks in a little too late...
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:D Must be starting to feel better.
November 11, 2011 at 9:18 AM
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