This weekend, Sasha told her first joke. I was changing her diaper and discussing her upcoming snack. What, I asked her, would you like to eat? Blueberries, maybe? Goldfish, perhaps?
She grabbed my arm and pulled my wrist into her mouth, a delighted gleam in her little eye. Mommy for snack! She's just getting me back, though. Matt and I joke about having the baby and/or the kitty for dinner all the time.
My kitchen is: Quite nice, really. Though a bit sticky of floor, what with the oatmeal and all.
Posted by andrea at July 13, 2003 11:03 PM