We had dinner tonight one table away from the moosh’s preschool teacher, Miss Gloria.
A majority of dinner was spent avoiding ketchup covered fingers which were waving wildly in Miss Gloria’s direction.
When we had all finished our cheeseburgers Miss Gloria snuck up behind the moosh to tickle her goodbye.
Her tickle caught the moosh off guard and resulted in the moosh slamming her face into the table.
(Commence breathless crying.)
Well, at least Miss Gloria will know why the moosh has a fat lip in her school photo next week.
***Enjoy the plethora of guest postage over the next few days. Read, comment, repeat. It’ll be better than chocolate covered Brad Pitt. Promise.***