I like saying things to the kids like -- if you go up and get your Jammies on quickly, I'll let Quinn (or anyone but me) read you a book. This is of course after 100 books that I have already read that day -- or more likely the same 5 books read 20 times. Delegation is awesome.
Today in a very small store -- Lizza started screaming. When I looked closer, she had blood dripping outbid her nose and all over her shirt. I finally got her to hold a paper towel to catch the flow while I ran through the (tiny) store putting away the two gallons of milk I was hold at the scene of the crime. No one helped. She never stopped screaming. A few minutes later I was driving into our driveway, and i just started honking the horn. Tim came to my rescue -- and I washed my hands -- literally -- of the rest of the trauma. Thanks, Tim.
On a final note, I noticed my child looking like this at a full park in 50 degree weather. I was pushing from the front. We had just gotten out of the hot springs, and the diaper never got back on the bum. Mom fail on so many levels, and very representative of before mentioned horrible weekend. The end.
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