Wax on. Wax off.
I sit at the dining table spooning fruit purĂ©e 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 …