
Did he think I wouldn't notice if Charlie Jo ran off while we waited for our flight? Did he think I would be so enthralled with little keychains in the shape of guitars and shirts that say "Viva Nashvegas!" in the gift shop that I might forget to keep an eye on our newly-mobile daughter? Most importantly, did he really think anyone could read his handwriting in the unlikely event they found CJ wandering alone AND thought to themselves "I think I'll check in this ridiculously tiny pocket on the screaming baby's capri jeans to see if there is a note that includes contact information for not one, but both parents"?!?!?
In Corey's defense, CJ is becoming a little speed demon if given a wide open space and sufficient motivation. Yes, a breath of air can knock her over and into fits of consternation, but she is pretty little and easily lost behind things like acorns and gumdrops. I suppose I shouldn't be too offended, but I reserve the right to make fun of him.
P.S. I love that he (1) used my real name instead of my nickname -- why???, and (2) dated the memo because he such a lawyer.



































