January 17, 2011

mama's boy (in training)

The other night, my husband thought it would be funny to tackle me in the middle of the living room as I was picking up some toys.

Malcolm wasn't amused.

He took one look at me struggling to get free and began to whine.

Knowing that tears would soon follow, the husband let up.

I might be on to something here ...

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