On those “Oh!… it’s not what it looks like…” moments
posted on April 25th, 2009Running late. (as usual)
Note my youngest offspring is trying to hide something in his pocket. (as usual)
The Mama: Whatever it is, take it out, and hand it to me slowly (this is the best way to do it in case something alive happens to be handed to the mama).
Out comes a plastic gun. I have […]