Connor, I'm sorry.
For grabbing the vacuum which you are terrified of, and putting it in front of the baby gate so that you would stop shaking it and yelling while we ate breakfast without you in the room with us, (for once). We did get a few minutes of silence as you ran for your life across the living room away from the vacuum, our brief respite ended however, when you stood in the middle of the living room, crying because you wanted to watch us through the baby gate, but were too afraid of the vacuum.
Nothing like a sausage, egg and cheese biscuit seasoned with little guilt for breakfast. I hope you know when I gave you that Oreo four hours later, I was still feeling bad about the vacuum incident.
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