Quiet Nights On the Back Porch
Panky visited my house, pushed over my washboard a couple of times and sat on the stairs in time out. At 27 months, he is already trying out impossible alibis. For instance, when we saw him knock down the baby gate, he blamed it on Sweetpea. Miss Sasha said, "I now understand why you could always tell when I was lying."
Too exhausted to declare myself crosseyed. I'll work up to it tomorrow.