Wednesday Morning
We are rather bad at baby proofing. I am watching a friend's little one today while she goes to a funeral; he is almost 3. After the girls 'got things ready' I still had to pick up the stovewood hatchet, a surge protector full of plugs, and assorted sharp pointy things. Clearly we are not around wee ones enough...although according to his Mom, all he needs is cartoons and chicken nuggets and he'll be adequately entertained. So the more things change, the more they remain the same.