RESPITE of a Sort

After a busy morning with Harper Kate, a toddler who was chattering, pointing, giving intelligible and unintelligible verbal well as non-verbal directions with a steady stream of noooooooos thrown in, (and even though I loved every second of it) for her own good I finally took a stand. It happened by the side of her nest napping crib she could have been asleep... I cleared my throat and whispered, "you're not the boss of me." Of course, this edict will be subject to change when she awakens. —


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