Of babes…
Yesterday we celebrated my grandfather’s 95th birthday. As he finished opening presents, M1 pops out with, “WOW! 95! I bet you can make it to 100 without dying!” Oy. My aunt was closest and whispered a brief but to the point message about that NOT being ok.
On the upside, M2 helped him blow out his candles, freaking adorably cute. She’s still refusing to nap though. I’m fairly certain, she’s in destroying the room. I fear to look in there.
