I am doing the dance of sheer bliss because my beloved cousins and adorable godson are coming up to visit this weekend. Much frolicking on The Mall is to be done, as well as exploring the Museum of Natural History. Which shall be fun. With a 16-month toddler. But with a face like this, who can tell him, "No! No touch!"? Certainly not me, Aunt Canary, aka: The Instigator, who taught the lil' rascal how to bite - hard - and then run away.
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My last visit to the Mall was 25 years ago, and my only memory is of my father taking a leak behind a bush there, something which I'm sure now exists on an archived security tape.
THERE's a trick for Auntie Canary to teach the adorable little tyke!
I, too, have peed in the bushes on The Mall. But my excuse was the Fourth of July and super long lines at the restrooms :-)
Ahem. I think it is the aunt's duty to teach naughty behavior. We should make it a point, really.
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lisslo - Thanks! I can't figure out Blogger... The template keeps getting cut off at the top. Dagnabbit!
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