I’m walking Li’l A and my favorite nieces into the museum when the man directly in our way hails me with an “Ay Mami…" It's too late to do a Girl from Ipanema, but i still try.
Li’l A tries his best too--to make sense of it.
He looks up, thoroughly puzzled, and checks with me: "You're his Mommy too?”
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At least this time you didn't try to hold his hand ;)
/still laughing!!/
Yup, Abhi--thankfully, i've come a long way since this: http://pocobrat.blogspot.com/2006/09/update.html
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