|Oh, what a beautiful morning
||[Oct. 16th, 2005|08:18 pm]
The Boy and I walked to my parents' house to visit while husband yelled at the TV. (Cowboys game) It was a gorgeous day, a fact which was not lost on The Boy. In fact, he pointed out how gorgeous the day was about every three paces, complete with his new annoying habit of ending every sentence with "right" and thereby turning it into a question.
Those flowers are pretty, right? This is a beautiful day, right?. That yard looks nice, right? This is a great day for a walk, right? The sun's not too hot, right?
The quest for validation begins early, right?