Is it really only 9:15 a.m.?
Here's how my day has started so far. I enlisted myself to take care of my little nephew. He's 18 months old and all BOY! (What's one more, right?)
We woke up early, got in the car, and sat in typical Miami traffic (if you are a Miamian, you know it's a 30 minute drive anywhere without traffic...when in traffic, that's a different story). We were almost to my sister-in-law's house to get the little cutie, when my oldest complains to me that he wants to go home. He's usually rather dramatic, so I dismissed his complaint. I explained that we can't just turn around and that he'll be fine. Next thing I know, the inevitable happened...he threw up all over the backseat of my car!
Really? Did I need this? And it's only 9:15 a.m......