Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Playing me like a fiddle


This morning I stopped Luke from digging in the vanity drawers by kneeling down and holding them shut. He pulled and tugged and squealed to no avail, and then reached his hands up to my face and planted a tender smooch on my mouth. And then he flashed his charming megawatt smile. And then he tried to pull open the drawer again.


Oh boy... I am in trouble.

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