Friday, July 22, 2005
Not quite as sweet as the one
called me his "life", but vaguely reminiscent. It happened like this: Sage
and I were happily blowing bubbles, an activity we both enjoy despite the fact that we inevitably end up soaking ourselves and the nearby floor area in bubble solution.
Since I had just created a particularly large bubble, Sage praised me: "Wow, Mommy, you're so good at blowing
To which her father instantly and smugly replied: "Yeeesssss...
Fortunately, for once, our daughter elected not to ask too many questions.Sage, hearing no evil as she chills out at Powerbooks
bit in at 3:30 PM ::