Monday, July 12, 2010
One year old — still no job
I put the Gummy Bear to work, today. You should have heard the complaining:
1) I can't walk yet
2) I'm only awake two hours in a row
3) I still make in my pants
4) You're making this up; I can't talk yet!
Okaaaaay, I'll give him another year. Then it's chore time. Seriously, there is nothing cuter than a two year old carrying a plate as big as their chest. Toddle, toddle, smack plate on table. Cringe. You go through a lot of dishware this way, but I make it up by buying stock in Williams-Sonoma. It evens out.
What would happen...
If you gave an attention-shy twelve year old boy an embarrassing pet: Get kicked out of town? Make the baseball team? Both? Read all about it in NOT JUST FOR BREAKFAST ANYMORE.