Calling a little boy a girl not once but three times within the span of one music class is rather embarrassing. But, he was really pretty!
It only takes an otolaryngologist about ten seconds to remove a piece of ear wax that was sitting on my eardrum and drove me crazy for hours. When I turned to check it out, the doctor said that she "thinks it just fell on the floor." Hah! Related: an ENT is also called an otolaryngologist.
What does it mean for our future that Mr. Monk only says "muh-muh-muhmuh" in a sad, pleading voice and only says "dada dada" in a singsong, hap hap happy voice? I'm sensing a "Mean Mommy" label coming.
Farro, where have you been all my life? Loving the chewy texture in my salads. I'm big on the surprise change in texture--anyone for a boba drink?
My hair is revolting (both for me and against me). It's almost time to stage an intervention.
Being a juicehead is:
c) labor intensive
d) all of the above
Two indecisive people involved in a redecorating project is an utterly absurd prospect. Maybe we should just have Mr. Monk point to what he likes.
If I miss my baby while he's sleeping overnight, how am I going to go on a foreign vacay (albeit a short one) without him?