|Why being 42" tall is the pits
||[Jul. 4th, 2005|01:12 pm]
Today we were washing the cars. After being sprayed by the hose, The Boy ran sqealing down the side of the driveway smack dab into the side-view mirror. It took many kisses, the boo-boo bear, and seven choruses of the Firefly theme song to get him to stop crying. And now he has a lovely goose egg over his left eye to go with the one over his right eye he got yesterday running into a door.