During my lunch break today, I'm going to post some pictures and a longer post, but in the meantime, here's a conversation I overheard R having this morning while playing:
Pair of scissors: "Hey, where's Mommy?"*sigh* The power of guilt...
Wooden train: "'She's at work,' the daddy says."
Scissors: "No, she's not. She's at home. I'll look for her."
[Scissors look around]
Scissors: "Hmm, I guess she's not here. She must be at work right now."
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(sigh) I'm relating to this stuff more and more now. It's rather weird that, after 7 years of having in-home daycare, I will have to put the boys in some kind of out-of-home day care. And all that heart break I watched all my friends have as they put their tiny babies in day care - I'm getting it now.
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