Homecoming

Saturday was my wife's birthday and her mother drove up to babysit for us so we could celebrate. We went out and saw a show and then came back.

Upon our arrival, Baby J came running to greet us at the door. She look wild-eyed, one of her socks missing, her pants half off her backside, and her face smeared with food. The house was in disarray as if she had been lumbering around like a mini-Godzilla.

It's nice to know that she's like that for everyone, not just us.