Something is Wrong with Flash
At church this morning, he not only HELD a baby (not exactly his choosing, but he still did it) but he FED a baby, too. I would have stood there longer, taking it all in if only two other toddlers hadn't been potty training and needed my dire assistance in the bathroom.
And then...
We were standing in the grocery store, by the dairy section when he hugged me. For no reason at all. I looked around for a witness, but there was only the lady from the meat counter, pushing a cart of meat out to the refrigerated displays. She didn't stop and stare in shock so I figure she either a) doesn't have a teenager; or b) didn't see what happened.
But even if none of that was odd...
We've been home for more than two hours and Flash hasn't eaten a thing. He hasn't declared himself to be starving. He hasn't ambushed the fridge and pulled out a third of the groceries we just purchased. That means all he's consume today is a bowl of Rice Krispies.
Something is very very wrong with Flash indeed.
And then...
We were standing in the grocery store, by the dairy section when he hugged me. For no reason at all. I looked around for a witness, but there was only the lady from the meat counter, pushing a cart of meat out to the refrigerated displays. She didn't stop and stare in shock so I figure she either a) doesn't have a teenager; or b) didn't see what happened.
But even if none of that was odd...
We've been home for more than two hours and Flash hasn't eaten a thing. He hasn't declared himself to be starving. He hasn't ambushed the fridge and pulled out a third of the groceries we just purchased. That means all he's consume today is a bowl of Rice Krispies.
Something is very very wrong with Flash indeed.
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