I Hesitate

to give you the forthcoming link because there are some of you who think I am witty and funny and captivating and write well and maybe even articulate; this woman puts me to shame. But that's okay. I am strong enough to let her be better. :) She just posted about Kristin Armstrong's opinion on marriage and such, and well, I just love what she had to say. So go check it out. That's what this entire post is about. I just ended a sentence with a preposition.

I really want to post about my THREE year old and other fascinating tidbits, but my living room is a veritable maelstrom of luggage, laundry, and litter. Yes, I could have said trash, but I must alliterate. My three year old DID discover that by throwing his arms around my neck and burying his face in me and saying, "oh, I just love you" he could get me to stay with him 2 minutes longer at bedtime. He is smart, but don't think I'm not smarter. I know what he was doing. And I ate it up. Oh yeah, and his uncle taught him to say, "I'm three at last, I'm three at last" which of course comes out, "I'm free at last..." I laugh every time he says it. He also has said at least 5 times today, "when I was two" which I think might replace his all-encompassing "yesterday".