Saturday morning when it’s time to laze around in my bed with pillow under my legs as I soothe myself with my TV remote in my hand suddenly, the door knocked my honey with a plate in her hand.
What else could I wish for with breakfast without brushing teeth early in the morning.
My high hope was short lived as she said it’s your turn to feed the baby today. Now as I roam all across home with one hand on a plate other on a crate, toys were one thing I thought could attract.
Here I achieve my mission as I could see the food subtract.
Good thoughts