Shane was in charge of dinner last night, since my presence was requested by a certain little person for the three-hour duration of evening gymnastics practice. I brought the baby to the gym. As Shane says “He wants what I a’int got.”
Shane led me to believe that we’d come home to a table-full of plastic takeout containers. I sure was delighted to find Penne with Anchovies, Garlic and Grape Tomatoes instead. Not only that but a nice endive and yellow pepper salad.
Go Daddy.
