A Burnt-Out Case

Pardon the lack of bloggery. In-laws plus grandmother-in-law have been in town, and it has been busy. Haven’t been able to think of anything worth sharing, except maybe the image of carrying my youngest into the family room as he gnaws on the head of a baby doll (oh, he’s gonna *love* it when the little one arrives), and finding second son affixing handcuffs to the legs of first daughter’s giant stuffed dinosaur. Violence is near to the heart of children.


  1. At least they’re not handcuffing each other. A new use for those interlocking ring baby-chewing toys I’ve discovered. Good thing the baby is just a mite too wiggly for Joseph to accomplish his goal.

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