Don’t look now, but I think we’re being stalked!
Tristan arrived home Saturday night a little after 9 p.m. from a sleepover birthday party (No! He wasn’t homesick but simply following the family’s blanket “No Sleepover” policy without complaint) complete with hand grenades! As I was finalizing my two-week shopping list and getting ready to head out the door to the grocery store after a long day of my own five plus an extra kid I felt I was being watched. And there he was, spying on me from behind the stove with two beady eyes! And out popped my boy, dog tags and all. He had a great time with a bunch of boys from school and was full of pizza, cake, ice cream and happy stories.
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