January 09, 2006
Every Parent's Nightmare
We've had days like this. Good God, Lord in heaven, etc.
Last night at dinner we had a hard time convincing Leta that her food wasn't going to burn a hole in her skin. Each time I brought a spoon of applesauce to her mouth she blocked me with both hands and a flimsy interpretation of someone who is having her tongue forcibly ripped from her mouth.
You've got to read the entire story as Heather tells it. Too funny!
(Maybe someday I'll write up a funny store like this about TJ.)