I am sitting at the computer with one leg crossed under me. Charlie is playing with the undersides of my toes. He is fascinated by them and his cold little fingers are about to make me squeal. I wonder if he is thinking, "Hey, can I eat these?"
Mommy: Melody, Charlie's soft fuzzy kissin' head is not for licking. It is not a soft fuzzy lickin' head. Especially not when your tongue is coated in yogurt.
We're in the middle of fixing up a new little girls' room. If I'm a bit absent, or absent-minded, blame it on the combination of the fumes and the amount of time I spend cross-legged on the plywood underlayment of the room, painting beadboard and trim to install.