January 30, 2009

some days parenting a toddler is like dealing with a bee at a picnic.  you’re just sitting there, enjoying the sunshine eating a fruit salad and the bee is buzzing around your head thinking, “sweet!  a watermelon!  buzz buzz buzz!”  the bee is not intentionally aggravating, it’s just what bees do; the sight of a picnic is just too much for a bee to resist.  after a while you find yourself wanting to smash the fucking bee with a shoe.