Monday, November 06, 2006
I was chatting on the phone this morning happily ignoring my duties as mother. Stinky was running around naked from the waist down and dragging toys all over the house. I half-heartedly told him to be careful as he was dragging his sister's wooden chair around the family room and was climbing on it to reach things off of the entertainment center. Next thing you know...CRASH! I turn around and the beautiful Lenox daffodil that my grandma gave me a few years before she passed away lay in a zillion pieces on my tile floor. My eyes welled up with tears. Stinky stood very still staring as well.
He hopped down from the chair and tried desperately to toddle over to me. "Uh oh, Uh oh." When he finally got over to me, he patted me on the leg ever so gently and looked at me with his big blue eyes and said, "I'm 2."
How can you stay mad at that?