Friday, February 11, 2011
"UUUUUUGGGGGGHHHHHH!" It's a gutteral, eye rolling, four-year old moan. "Dat is so an-noy-ing!!!" He flings himself forward across the coffee table, hiding his eyes beneath blond bangs that desperately need a hairdresser.
Mommy and Daddy are kissing in the kitchen.
We laugh at him.
Noa toddles past. Smiles. "Dood durl, mummy."
"See Liam?" I say, arms still around his daddy's neck. "I'm a good girl!"
I plant another kiss.
He rolls off the table onto the floor. "You're gwoss!"