Thursday, March 19, 2009

Third fiddle

I don't mind playing second fiddle to The Wife when it comes to my child's affection. But I draw the line when, if we're alone and he scrapes his knee, rather than turn to me he'll insist on going next door so that the five year old neighbor can kiss it and make it better.
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Dorothy said...

That is really funny. Lauren just kisses her own hand and then places the kiss on the boo boo. Who needs mom, dad, or tneighbor, for that matter.

March 20, 2009 at 10:05 PM

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