Sunday, March 04, 2007

An evening out.

My husband's cel phone rings. As he answers it, he notices that it's Munchkin's babysitter.

"What? Sorry, it's loud in here. He threw up? Twice? Oh. Well, that's okay. He does that all the time."

"CPT Dick, give me that phone!"

"What?! I was about to ask her if she cleaned it up."

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