After Evan went to bed, I was carrying on a conversation with James downstairs and I hear Evan's little voice in stereo--over the monitor and coming from his open door upstairs. "MOMMY, DON'T SAY 'SHIT!'" I said, "Evan James! What did you say?!" He said, "I didn't say it. You said it. You said, 'Shit.'" I may have. I don't even recall. I thought I was off-duty, dammit. LOL. So I had to go upstairs and explain that sometimes grownups say things they don't mean.
Quite apparent that he is always watching, always listening. Even when I think he isn't.
Busy Times Ahead of Us
11 years ago
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LOL.
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