As I was getting dressed in my bedroom this morning (with the door closed and alone...a nice treat), I heard the pitter patter of Danny's little feet. Then I heard him start to hum. As the humming got louder, this is what I heard:
"Wet dee now. Where is dat berfit mama?"
(translation: Let's see now. Where is that perfect mama?)
(translation: Let's see now. Where is that perfect mama?)
Good question. I've been wondering that same thing for quite a while now. Judging by the smile on his face, I could tell that he thought he had found "that perfect mama" when I emerged from my bedroom a few minutes later.
I know I am far from perfect. What Danny doesn't know can't hurt him. I'll just let him keep on believing that I am.
Plus, it'll be nice to have this recorded to show him in a decade or so. You know, when he wants nothing more than for me to leave him alone in his bedroom...with the door closed.
I know I am far from perfect. What Danny doesn't know can't hurt him. I'll just let him keep on believing that I am.
Plus, it'll be nice to have this recorded to show him in a decade or so. You know, when he wants nothing more than for me to leave him alone in his bedroom...with the door closed.
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