Seriously, can I not leave the house, ever?
Parker's version of the African plains...
When you come home (I am speaking to my mommy blog friends) from being at the grocery or an appointment, do you cringe as you pull in the garage? Do you wonder if there will be some unspeakable mess left for you to clean up? Do you ever wonder if all your kids will be un-maimed and unscarred? Do you walk into the house and sniff really big hoping to smell nothing? Do you look cautiously around the corner of where you entered afraid of what you might find? Do you listen for crying or total silence? (Both of which can be bad, really bad.)
Really? Me neither.
Tanner's version of self expression
I might never leave my house again.