Hi again, folks. It’s me, your favorite pint-sized blogger. FINE, MOMMY. Your favorite pint-sized guest blogger. Whatever. I’m here to give you the REAL story about what goes on in our family. Put on your seat belts.
Now, let’s see, where did I leave off last week? Oh, yes. It was nearly lunch time and my big brother was usurping MY spot in Mommy’s lap. Don’t panic, people. I got him out of there. I gave Daddy a meaningful look . . . while screeching like a banshee. Daddy understood. He looked at the big kid square in the eye and said, “As you know, Jacob, Mommy’s lap is just for Emma. Not you. GET UP!” Jacob seemed surprisingly happy about all this. (Mommy claims that what Daddy actually said was, “Lunch time! Go wash your hands, Jacob.” Whatever. I’m willing to agree to disagree.)