Poppy has taken a liking to Daddy’s favorite leisure-time activity: The golf. So far she’s mighty accurate, and she has pretty good form. You don’t suppose that’ll change once she’s using standard equipment, do you?
Poppy-isms
“I snoozed!” upon sneezing.
” ‘I don’t think so,’ Poppy said,” while playing with Daddy.
“And this is my friend Baby Pete!” while watching football with Daddy and Pete.
Of all the stupid …
There was a note on the door today from the apartment management, saying:
This is a friendly reminder that we can not use the balcony for storage. Please remove the toys from your balcony.
Here’s what’s on the patio: Poppy’s picnic table; a Mickey Mouse ball; and a tricycle. All of which we use on a regular basis, on the patio.
I’m wondering, did the people who have patio tables and plants on their balconies get this notice, too? There is not room in my hormonal brain to deal with this right now.