Friday, June 29, 2007
What am I chopped liver?
I think I have officially become chopped liver in my house. Evan was playing with his lovely new trucks and the trailer came off. He immediately asked for his auntie (who was not even downstairs at the time) to help him even though I was sitting there right in front of him. He did not even think of me helping him until I suggested that I might help when he became upset that auntie was not downstairs.