Friday, August 8, 2008

Cranky Lincoln

My husband is a saint. He puts up with me, which automatically qualifies him for sainthood, but he also loses his cool FAR less than I do with the kids. But Jake has finally worn him down. Jake has been such a terror these last few days that even Lincoln is starting to have visions of gagging him and locking him in his room for two or three years. Tonight is my birthday dinner, as well as our anniversary dinner, and I've been looking forward to it for weeks so this was our conversation this morning:

Me: Not that you don't deserve a chance to be cranky but can we leave "Cranky Lincoln" at home tonight when we go to dinner?

Link: Sure. I'll leave him home with Jake.

Poor Shani. She's in for a looonnnng night of babysitting.

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