“L.A.’s fine, the sun shines most of the time
The feeling is laid back
Palm trees grow and the rents are low
But you know I keep thinking about
Making my way back”
Oh sure, Mama and I got to catch up with most of my six loyal readers, who also happen to be family to us too, but we all know who they were coming to see and it wasn’t Mama or me. OK, they were actually coming to see Mama as well as 3B. What can I say? They grew up with me, or rather, I grew up with them, since I’m the youngest, so they’re pretty much done with me.
So, while everyone oohed and aahed over 3B and Mama, I had plenty of me time. Speaking of me time, 3B unveiled his big trick today at naptime. When we put him in his crib, there’s usually some sort of protest about “You can’t play with any toys! No! You have to go to sleep!” Today, however, after Mama put him in his crib to sleep, he said, “I don’t want anything I want!”
Later tonight, he repeatedly used “I” correctly. Well, you know, sort of…since what he really meant at naptime was “I can’t have anything I want.” But still, it’s close enough that he’s one shiny shirt away from being a rock star.