Recently as I was making lunch, my daughter, 7 months, was fussing on her blanket while my son, 2, was running through my kitchen driving me crazy. I asked him to go over to his sister and give her a toy and to kiss her head because she was sad (and to get him out of my hair). It couldn't have been more than 10 seconds and when I came around the corner, I saw this.
Hmm...he listened to me, but he was a little more "helpful" than I expected.
Friday, February 19, 2010
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