I sit at the dining table spooning fruit purée and cereal into Mikey’s mouth. He always looks for something to do while I am trying to feed him.
He grabbed a wet wipe in each hand and started buffing the table (in a seven-month-old-kind-of-way).
“Wax on. Wax off.” I laughed at my own joke. I am probably the only one who thinks its funny.
Probably. But I actually get it.