portrait of baby by little mr. j Before we get into this, I want you to know something about little mr. j. He is a go getter. He makes things happen.
Last Saturday I cut my boys' hair. (Even my mr.'s.) It's a selfish economic deal really. I save money on their hair so I can spend it on mine. The clippers are easy and they usually come out looking pretty handsome. It works. (Side note: The clippers I bought this time have the coolest eyebrow attachment. We're keeping very good care of my mr.'s old man bushy brows.) It's a very fun time. Lots of interesting conversation. And it all takes place in my bathroom. My bathroom, where earlier in the day a tweener son decided to go through some drawers that belong to me. His mother. Who is female. This is how the conversation went: my mr., "little mr. b, why don't you ask your mom what those things you found in her drawer are for?" little mr. b (with- I can't believe you said that dad- eyes), "mom, …
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Little mr. b doesn't shut the blinds when changing into his pjs.
He was sent outside by the other parent in this house, who then started undressing in front of said window.
Little mr. b ran inside.
Now he knows that it is wise to shut the blinds.
It was a really long comment that made no sense at all about NFL picks.
Too bad it was so silly,
We might have all learned something.
I deleted it & changed the comment process to add that step of typing in the extra words.
(Ok, really I should know what that's called, but I am too tired tonight and don't feel like educating myself.)
Last time I did something like this, we had problems in the comments. Some of you couldn't leave them.
And that was sad. Not that many of you comment much-which is fine-but if you'd care to-I'd love to "listen" to them. I do love hearing from you.
So, I'm going to do a test comment and if you are so inclined, would you mind doing the same?
And I promise that this is not me trying to see who is reading BV.
I promise I am not testing you by asking you to test.