After a particularly bad day of infighting amongst the little people, K looks deep into F’s eyes and says:
“Baby. . . . .I *guess* you are my favorite baby in the whole town. I’m never going to say bad things to you.”
Pure.
Love.
or something.
overheard April 14, 2009
memory April 4, 2009
Explain this:
How can K remember the words to the TingTing’s Great DJ song (which he’s heard twice), but not be able to identify any of the alphabet (which we’ve worked on considerably more than twice).
Is this good or bad, I ask myself.
And like most things in parenting, it just is.
