Last night, I was sitting at my computer when Z came out of his room and was crying because he just couldn't sleep. I said I would come lay down with him. He gets to me, I don't know why.
Andy was in the living room (below the loft) and I said to him, "you know what is stamped on my forehead"?
We both said, "SUCKER!"
So I laid down with the little munchkin and he pushes up my hair and says, "I don't see anything on your forehead."
Tonight I just confirmed what a sucker I am when I realized just how much work it is going to be, to put together a school yearbook in less than a month!
It is stamped on my forehead in bold print.