February 15, 2008 @ 8:11 am | Filed under: Baby, Organization, These People Crack Me Up
I asked Rilla to put some pasta away in the pantry.
Hours later, I discovered this:
Maybe she thought I said "plant-tree"?
Six of one, half dozen of the other
I did not see that ending coming
With All Those Cages to Clean, She’ll NEED a Drink