Lennon took one sip of his drink and
I climbed into that saliva soaked seat and breathed for a second. Both boys were in the back screaming for different reasons. Loud. Crowded parking lot so I couldn't do my pinching/scary face thing to Lennon that usually works in the car. Instead I whispered the only words I could think of:
"God, please do not let me kill my children...."
Which is when Lennon wailed:
"Ohhhhh Larrrrrrry, now she's gonna KILL US! WAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!"
In lighter news, Larry had his blood drawn yesterday. I wouldn't recommend it for any sweet two year old.
I've prayed those exact words so many times that I don't think He takes me seriously anymore. But some days, it's all you can do. I love Lennon's response!
CUTE HAIRCUT LARRY! Oh poor thing.
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