We went to the mall the other day. I was on the hunt for clothes on sale for Edmond next season. Lunch time was far from my mind as I browsed the sale racks, until my 2-year-old brought it to my attention.
"Wanna eat," he informed me.
"Right," I said as I glanced down at my watch.
After weighing all my options, I finally settled for Subway. I got Edmond his very own kid's meal.
As he munched on his chips he assumed one of his favorite positions, criss cross apple sauce.
Those marks all over his shins are bruises and other miscellaneous "owies" that he produces on a daily basis.