Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Our first fight

Zachary and I had our first fight.

It was over the disputed ownership of a cheesestick.

It is hard to say who wanted it more, the newly minted toddler, or the nursing mother of the newly minted toddler.

There was wrangling.

There was negogiating.

There was a gaping shriek in which his mouth opened so wide there was nothing left of his face.

He was placated with the wrapper and a few bits. I was placated with the rest of the slightly mangled cheesestick.

That all our future disputes should be so swiftly and satisfactorily concluded.

2 comments:

Debbie said...

I'd like to speak to you about the denim on denim action going on in those pictures on fliker.... where i come from we call that a canadian tuxedo... and no, that's not a compliment ;)

Sarah said...

Oh my god. I know. Do you know, the offender (ehem) changed his clothes before I got home? SO I WOULDN'T KNOW ABOUT THE CHILD ABUSE.