I was going to the bathroom, holding a fussy baby (you know you’ve been there), when my five year old barged in.
“Your arms aren’t busy now. Now can you fix my Darth Vader?”
Sometimes all you can do is stare. And then laugh.
But I refuse to hot glue toys from the toilet.
So good to see you coming back to your blog. Your kids have gotten so big.
So true!