because we sit on our sorrows and sing.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
At least he's honest
Today I set Skyler on my lap to cut his fingernails. After a couple of fingers, he began squirming.
"Skyler, sit still," I ordered. "I'm trying to cut your fingernails."
"I can't, Mommy," he protested. "I'm going pee-pee!"
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