But when I slow down to admit it to myself, there's an equal chance I might wind up with kids like this one.
We’d just returned from the pool and I expected to see Dylan futzing around with one of his plastic horses, content with the knowledge that his parents had provided him with a quality amount of entertainment this afternoon. Instead, I observed him standing on tiptoe in the office, carefully balancing my laptop on its side before allowing it to crash back down onto the desk.
Thunk.
Note to self: buy lock for office door.
“Hey, so I think I have good news for you. This is not your laptop.” - this is where it got good. :D
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