Shum
This morning I was eating leftover crab cake from the awesome dinner The Daddy made for our actual anniversary last night and Tater Tot was saying “Shum. Shum. Shum.” and reaching for my plate. Shum. Hmmmm….not sure what she’s saying. Kept feeding her the cereal and apple I had prepared for her. This afternoon I was eating ice cream (also left over from the anniversary dinner) and, again, “Shum. Shum. Shum.” What is she saying for heaven’s sake? Then it hit me: “SOME“. She wants some. I guess I’d better start being a better role model and stop eating ice cream in the middle of the day.
Our plumbing is fixed! Yay! Of course the plumbers arrived two hours late and were a bit less professional than they guy from the same company who came out to do the initial leak detection but they worked hard and got it done so…


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