This is where I hide behind a tree, peek out and say something, then go back behind the tree. Or I mumble something to you, and you can't quite make it what it is. Or when you're fast asleep, I whisper to you, repeatedly, until you wake up and it's gone into your big, enormous brain, and you've got no other option. But that would be pretty creepy. But if you're ok with it, I can come over and do that. And stroke your hair. Cough.
Please, won't you vote for a PottyMouthMama in the Kidspot Top Fiddy Bloggers?
It's really simple.
It's not like I'm Obama, but click through and hit VOTE FOR ME.
There, I said it. Now we can continue on with our days.