Work gave me an iPhone. It's meant for work (a replacement for my desk phone), but it has numerous applications in the home. To-wit, the camera:
A picture, left to right, of my wife and the Seuss. She's due in mid-December, and she's not having twins.
A picture of, top to bottom, my daughter, her belly button, and her red blanky. She slept on our floor last night because we had a guest who we put up in her room.
Yesterday morning, having just gotten out of the shower, I called out to Flannery from the bathroom window; she was on the porch, eating her breakfast. She ran over to the window and the following exchange ensued:
Flan: (growling) What are you doing?!?
Papa: (also growling) Getting clean. What are you doing?
Flan: (growlier) Getting YUCKY!
A picture, left to right, of my wife and the Seuss. She's due in mid-December, and she's not having twins.
A picture of, top to bottom, my daughter, her belly button, and her red blanky. She slept on our floor last night because we had a guest who we put up in her room.
Yesterday morning, having just gotten out of the shower, I called out to Flannery from the bathroom window; she was on the porch, eating her breakfast. She ran over to the window and the following exchange ensued:Flan: (growling) What are you doing?!?
Papa: (also growling) Getting clean. What are you doing?
Flan: (growlier) Getting YUCKY!