I know there’s no crying over spilled milk. But, when your four-year-old dumps her cup of cow juice all over the sofa and rug, you better believe that someone’s gonna be shedding a tear or two.
That sounds a lot more ominous than I intended. No need to call Child Protective Services… The offending person recognized her misdeed, and admitted it through a blur of tears, snot and spit. Good times at the Otero household tonight!
A feverish four-year-old really isn’t a great replacement for an electric blanket. Sure, it may save on the electric bill, but, trust me, you don’t want to “go green” at 4:00 in the morning.
For those you following the conversation between Isabella (three-years-old) and Daddy (short and fat), here is a family portrait that she completed just minutes ago
I see Mommy, Julianna, and Isabella. Wait, where’s Daddy? Oh… Down there! (And seriously, I’m not making this up.) LOL indeed.