Picture it: lunch at The Royal Oak, two women and a toddler.
As we were waiting for the bill after a perfectly lovely meal, in a moment of supreme klutziness, I spilled what was left of my pepsi. In the scramble of grabbing napkins and attempting to contain the spill, M's elbow caught her water glass, adding to the mess.
My almost three-year-old
(
Read more... )
Comments 2
That child. That lovely lovely child. She makes me speak in sentence fragments.
Reply
Reply
Leave a comment