Wednesday, October 31, 2001
Tales of a Tattle Tale
Tales of a Tattle Tale:
Every night after the boys go to bed, Jenica (now nine months old) and I spend some time alone playing. Tonight while we were playing, she kept looking behind me and grinning from ear to ear. I’d turn around to see what exactly she was smiling about, but couldn’t for the life of me figure out what she found so amusing. Finally, she stretched out her index finger to point and exclaim, “DEVON!“ Sure enough, Devon was peeking around the corner at her, scared to get caught by me, but unable to resist the grins of his sister in their private little game.
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