I peek over his shorts
(which I hold in my hands, having changed his diaper).
I wiggle my eyebrows.
He squeals and reaches to grab them away, so I pull back and unveil my lower face.
More squealing.
Repeat.
Until he successfully grabbed them away today and held them over HIS lower face.
Astoundment.
So I, naturally stuck them on his head.
Perfectly timed, Mama walks through the door.
| posted by Unknown @ 7/28/2006 05:59:00 PM
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(which I hold in my hands, having changed his diaper).
I wiggle my eyebrows.
He squeals and reaches to grab them away, so I pull back and unveil my lower face.
More squealing.
Repeat.
Until he successfully grabbed them away today and held them over HIS lower face.
Astoundment.
So I, naturally stuck them on his head.
Perfectly timed, Mama walks through the door.
What a lovely life.
Until it becomes time for opera, of course. Then all bets are off.
| posted by Unknown @ 7/28/2006 05:59:00 PM
