Monday, January 12, 2009
There we are sitting in a nice restaurant making civilized conversation. I glance at Jack and he has tired of the finer graces. Not only is he stretched out on his tummy but actually face first on the carpet and grinning. I am pretending like I didn't just see him lick the floor. Yes, I had said, "Don't be wild," in my very SERIOUS voice, but somehow pictured he would sit politely in his chair. Never a dull moment.