Had an interesting and surreal phone conversation last night with
my sister, mother of my delightful 18 month old niece.  Almost
simultaneously we said, "Don't bite, sweetie.  Kiss, don't bite." (She to
the niece and I to Bear the Wonder Weasel.)  I keep telling her it's like
I have five eternal two year olds running around the house.  It's just
that I can put mine in the cage for time out when they are snotty.  :)
 
Anne and the Dooking Argonauts
[Posted in FML issue 4433]