Quick mommy blogging, just to say I'm still here.

A couple days ago I hear a scream and "Get it off me!" from the two year old in the next room. I go running. It's a piece of sticky fluff on his index finger from him poking under the furniture. Sarcasm kicks in but doesn't work:

Me: "Oh noes! It's a disaster!"

Him: "I has a zaster on my finger!!"