Friday:
I have a mom in labor and have been calling around all morning to get childcare so I can head out. Of course when I'm on the phone, Liam has to ask for everything under the sun of only things he knows he can't have. For example, he wants ice cream. So he goes and stands with the fridge open, whining for it, even though we don't have any in the house (right now). Then it's "I want play with these scissors" as he digs through my sewing basket. Seriously? Lastly, after repeated requests to drink "some Mommy's tea", and my repeated answers of "no", and his understanding replies of "it has caffeine in it", he decides, he'll just grab the cup and drink it, and then spill it. Of course! Then when I finally get everything worked out, I go to the living room and see Liam sitting quietly on the couch, peacefully smiling, with his "My Baby Elephant" book and he grins and looks up and says, "I read book, Mommy!". Sigh.
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