We are in the basement watching Monday Night Football when John asks me if the monitor is on. It wasn't. Little Man has some lungs and John's hearing is much better than mine so he was correct when he thought he heard something. Little Man sounded a tad stressed so I ran upstairs to see what was the matter.
The problem? The issue? The dire emergency?
"Mommy, my nails are growing".
No comments:
Post a Comment