“Not Me” – Bravely confessing some of my (or my family’s) faults, failings and quirks by denying them.
If I had dropped two cartons of eggs, I would not have picked them up off the floor, scrambled them and served them for breakfast without telling anyone, nope not me.
At the Patriot’s Ball, we did not momentarily lose track of Savannah (6) only to find her dancing with some (unknown to us) little boy.
We do not suspect that she asked him to dance with her, violating ball etiquette. “It ain’t fittin’, it just ain’t fittin’.”
Mark did not introduce and encourage Bella to play Angry Birds.
I do not think that she may be addicted.
Here are some gratuitous photos of my kids, ’cause ya know it is my blog and I think they’re cute.
It’s not just me, right?