We’re not Becks and Posh
I was helping Miles with dinner while Denny sat in the living room, researching various potential baby names.
D:Â (calling from the other room) Do you know what Simon means?
A:Â No, I don’t think I do.
M:Â I know what seven means.
A: Oh yeah? What does it mean?
M:Â Like when you count to seven.
A:Â Hey, I think you’re right.
M:Â I don’t know why you didn’t know what seven means.
HAHAHAH. Too cute 🙂 I love this blog. You are doing a fine job.