This was the scene in my bathroom this morning: Peekaboo Between Mommy's Knees.
Sure, it looks darling. And it was very endearing for the first minute. But I can only handle so much brotherly love and tackling right there, between my ankles. It's an adventure and a health risk to apply mascara, let me tell you.
A little space, guys. Please.
(Only four more weeks until The Guardian of Mommy's Bathroom Time comes home.)