The End Of An Era
Last weekend I took care of my 3 year old niece for a couple of days and one night. I put my son to bed in his crib and Jayla in the play pen. I awoke the next morning to Carlos sitting up in bed asking me where Conor was. I squinted in the general direction of the crib and saw one very fuzzy child like blur in said crib so I responded, quite irritated for being woken up with such a ridiculous question, "what do you mean? He's right THERE, in the crib."