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.
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 ;)
ReplyDeleteOh 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.
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