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Wednesday, February 27, 2013

Why me?

Seriously, why do these things always happen to me?  Is it really because I'm a bad mother?  Or maybe crazy people just flock to me?  Wrong place, wrong time?  Whatever it is, I'm always meeting people like the lady that prompted this text to my husband:


After she scolded me for Logan's uncovered head, she zipped up his coat and tightened his hood so his face became very scrunched.  So how did Logan react?  He went from a happy boy to a very unhappy boy, and then promptly went and rolled in the mud, much to our new "friend's" chagrin.  She just scowled, shook her head, and walked away.  Me?  I just laughed and thought, "That's my boy!" (and, "Something to blog about!")

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