Owen and James were sleeping, Andy was at work, I was pumping milk in my bedroom. Sophie opened my bedroom door, stuck her head in and said, “Mama, I’m going to do something dangerous.” She then promptly shut the door and left.
(I, while trying to stop pumping mid-pumping (a messy task), convinced her to come back, I assume, before she did her dangerous deed—which to this day is still a mystery to me.)
“When my kids become wild and unruly, I use a nice, safe playpen. When they’re finished, I climb out.” —Erma Bombeck
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