Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
This post has an excessive amount of warm fuzziness attached to it. You have been warned.
I swear, that little munchkin has already grown more. Why don't they stay small and adorable?
"Charlie, you have to come in. Your first day of school is tomorrow. You better start getting ready for bed."
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
"Thanks Sunny. How was your day?"
"Kept an eye on Donna. Tried to teach Charlie to talk but he's too fond of that blasted toy of his. He doesn't concentrate. How was your day, dear?"
"Same old. Maintenance around the station. A workout. Small kitchen fire."
"Another fire? People are so careless."
"Hey, they might have had a reason. Like the birth of a baby." I grinned at Sunny. "Those babies are mighty distracting. We were lucky that sitter took care of the fire so fast. By the way, Sunny, can I ask you," I paused for a breath.
"The answer is no, Sam."
"No more babies. I want to get back to the theatre before they forget me."
"No one ever forgets you, Sunshine."
"No Sam. No more babies." Hmm, I'll have to work on this.
"It came to do one thing."
"It came to...It came to...tickle Charlie." Charlie loves the claw story. Well, he loves the end of the claw story.