The Bad
I came home, from work, last night, to see Tony's mom Jenny very cross at Tony. While she was on the computer, Tony had gone into the bathroom and played with all sorts of tubes and jars, emptying them and smearing their contents all over the wall and floor. He had also gone into the kitchen and open a pepper shaker, throwing its' contents onto the stove.
The Good
Last night, Tony fell asleep, an hour earlier than usual. He fell asleep in my arms after I had rubbed his tummy for ten minutes. It don't get any better than that if you are a parent. Actually, nothing is better than that. Nothing.
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