One thing that is certain about Taylor is that nothing gets past her. Last week I was cleaning the house and she asked me, “Who’s coming over?” Am I really that transparent? Is it true that the only time I clean is when people are coming over? Probably not entirely, but maybe a little bit. I was feeling kind of bad about it until I relayed the story to a friend of mine. She confessed that when she brought out her vacuum cleaner, her son asked, “What’s that?” Hurray for friends who make me feel better about my slovenly ways!
Taylor’s been drawing up a storm lately and she drew this picture of me…on what must have been a really bad hair day:
T.J. and dad, clowning around: