So clearly we're not at home. I always labour under the misconception that since adults outnumber kids when we visit Mr's family it'll be way easier to watch Miss and Jr.
And on a day like yesterday, when the adults outnumbered the kids three to one, you'd think it would be even easier to make sure that - as a random example - Miss isn't eating chocolate cake out of the garbage can.
Not so.
I am happy to report, however, that while it is next to impossible to use this wholly unreliable computer and excerable internet connection to write The Mrs, it is relatively easy to find things to do that Miss will enjoy.
She is currently watching Sesame Street. How exotic.
