The only way I get any time in the bath to myself is to go up right after dinner. Teddy has always fussed about my leaving him downstairs, though he and Peter almost always end up having fun doing something manly, like fake barfing or laughing at noxious bodily emissions or playing trains.
When I asked for a kiss on my way up last night, no hysterics ensued. Instead, Teddy trotted over and gave me a kiss, then waved and said "see you later!"
:sniff:
and yet...
:w00t!:
Current Location: Boston
Current Mood: 
nostalgic
nostalgic