1… 2… 3… GO!
Saturday morning NY and I ran some early morning errands.
When we returned home a few things led us to believe the kids
had stopped by … a door dead bolted from the inside, papers on the
kitchen table that weren’t there before, and a missing barbecue.
A phone call to B confirmed our suspicions.
He had stopped by to grab a piece of K’s crib which he needed to
convert her crib into a toddler bed.
“Your putting K in a bed?”
“We have to mom, she climbs out of her crib in three seconds.”
(Three seconds, 1…2…3…GO!)
She’s 20 months, she’s 20 pounds,
she’s… she’s… where’s the Princess!