One of the dolls from the playroom offered to baby-sit J while I snuck out for some last minute shopping. She broke out the belly raspberries and ticklemonsters and they both laughed until they nearly fell off the table. Then she said ‘like’ and ‘totally’ and ‘please’ waaaay more times than she needed to emphasize how rad it would be to take care of the little guy.
At first, I wasn’t so sure. I mean, I’m not J’s mother, so it kind of seemed like a pseudo-human sublet situation, involving a tiny wooden spiritual icon instead of a summer house in Maui. But he assured me he was cool with it.
When I got back, they were playing hide and seek. And now Aunt Edna will get rainbow socks instead of a card. Everybody wins!
I don’t know– he looks pretty guilty to me. Are you so sure they didn’t do something he’ll have to repent for later?
I think you need to make this Baby J series into a very special Christmas book right quick. I’ll be eagerly awaiting it.
Sorry for the late comment but hahahahahahaha. Oh baby J. I will miss you and your shenanigans.
Maybe he could make a cameo around Easter? Okay, just thought of supposed Easter meaning, maybe not.