The Five-Year-Old Calls for a Consult
The Five-Year-Old, from the top of the stairs to her parents in the kitchen below: “Daddyo, I think there’s a biohazard up here. I just want your advice.”
Mommyo, smugly: “This one’s all yours, Daddyo.”
The Five-Year-Old, from the top of the stairs to her parents in the kitchen below: “Daddyo, I think there’s a biohazard up here. I just want your advice.”
Mommyo, smugly: “This one’s all yours, Daddyo.”
What are you thinking?