10 pm, 2 am, 6:30 am
it's like having a 2 month old, except now when he's up he is a whirling dervish of destruction.
phone calls to ToolMan at work about whether lotion is toxic...
... emails about whether those AA battery boxes were empty ...
I tried sending him out on the deck with Colin but the dog is petrified of him...
That makes two of us.
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Oh goodness. That sounds scary...
:)
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