In the morning rush to get breakfast on the table, lunches packed, kids dressed and teeth brushed, it's extremely unhelpful if either Joey or Clara tiptoe into our bedroom and wake the baby up. But it seems to happen a lot, most often with a pounce and a "rooooaar" that they think is hilarious and sends them into fits of giggles.
I snuck out of the house this morning to take the trash to the curb, and returned to find the baby wide awake and on the verge of tears. I wheeled on Joey, and he promptly confessed (mostly because he's paranoid about Pinocchio's fate), and then spread out his hands like a bonafide Italian, palms up.
"But Mommy, I just wanted to see her beautiful eyes!"
We're in trouble... he's either a future con artist or, even worse, a future defense attorney!
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