Shopping today at Basha's. Nice little old lady giving samples of dog food (?), she says "Oh what a cute baby - is he adopted?" "Ummm No, he's mine." "Oh, well what nationality is the father?" Geeez lady - I know Dylan's a little darker complected (word?) than me, but really!
I guess a lot of people have probably thought this before, when seeing me with my boys, but this is the first time I've actually been asked the question directly. Interesting.
ANYWAYS... Dylan and I had a nice weekend, just us, it was so quiet! Even though the house is nice and clean including mopped floors, I can't wait for my little tornado, and big tornado (ha!) to get home.
