My auntie Cheryl Sent me these photos in Response to my post about Murphy and the backpack. By the way folks, I didn't put my underwear in my backpack for him. I put his underwear in my backpack for him. (Just to clarify.)
Apparently, I'm not the most attentive babysitter.
Even when I'm not really the babysitter. One time at a hotel pool party, my sister Kim asked me to keep my eye on Skeeter, who was happily playing in his water wings in the pool. He was so happily playing with his water wings in the pool, in fact, that I sort of left him in favor of a fooz ball game. At some point during that game, I remembered my dumb nephew in the pool and thought, "I should really check on him." I found him, in too deep, water wings off, on tip toes, water level at or around his tipped back head, jumping up every few seconds for a breath.
All's well that ends well? When in Rome? Six of one half dozen of the other? A miss is as good as a mile?