May 27 2008
Paul Cat owes me a tissue
Dang it, doesn’t he know it’s not right for a grown man to cry?
And to think, just this morning I was more than just a little stern with my son for something which, in retrospect, wasn’t really all that important. Apparently St. Jerome and I have more in common than just a love of languages. *sigh* It’s times like this when you realize just how far you really do have to go.
