This morning in the deli I heard a man standing close to my left start laughing a slow, then progressively louder laugh. I turned my head and he was staring at you in the sling and said with a chuckle,
Oh I remember my daughter at that age. And now she’s in the car outside telling me what to do with my life. Enjoy it.
I opened your webpage just now with O sitting on the couch next to me. She points at the new pic and says “Mommy”. “No, that is Kdunk”, I tell her. “NO. Mommy”, she says. “No, sweetie, not mommy. Kristen.” “NO KRISTEN!” (jabs finger at computer screen) “MOMMY!”
So basically, please do not abduct my child if you ever see her, since she thinks you are her mommy.