Those special, special children…
Have you ever had that one day where you go to the post office and your baby is crying, and between filling out customs slips and standing in line, and filling out the RIGHT customs slip and getting back in line, you’ve been there for an hour now, and you reach for you wallet only…it’s not there, but wait! Your check book is! But they need your drivers license. In your wallet. So you you go back to your car and yell something pretty profane and then start crying, and then when you get home you find your wallet emptied out behind the music rack of the piano, and your baby is still crying and doesn’t sleep until after 11pm?
No? You haven’t? Must just be me.
At least they’re cute.