File this under, “Don’t you wish you were me?” or maybe “It is a DAMN good thing he’s cute!” or maybe, just maybe, “I bet this doesn’t happen at the St. Regis.”
I had just finished doing a little exercise, during which the kiddos were mesmerized by Dora left me peacefully alone.
Suddenly, Delaney comes running into the room, doing her bet imitation of a pint sized drama queen and yells, “The Boogie man is coming!” My quick-thinking mommy brain tells me that the ‘boogie man’ is likely blond, al…
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Posted on January 19, 2009 at 9:40am —