As I was tied to the kitchen sink washing excess dishes this morning, JJ was running amok around the rest of the house. Suddenly I realized he'd been quiet for a minute longer than usual. Elbow deep in a soapy crock pot, I called, "JJ, what are you doing?"
"I stuck, Mom!" came back at me in a very calm little voice.
Rolling my eyes, because this could mean anything from, he can't figure out how to get out from under a dining room chair, to he accidentally closed the baby gate, locking himself in the family room, I asked, "Where are you?"
I knew that.
6 years ago