In which I find success

Tonight I found Man-show climbing dangerously on the dining room table. I caught myself and instead of getting mad, I asked him whether he was bored and if he'd like to show me his truck book.

So we sat together on the couch for twenty minutes perusing, in great detail, First 100 Machines.  When we finished he said, "The end! Thank you mama!"

For a little, precious while, I am free of mother-guilt.

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