Incoherently Yours

                I’ve never been one for politics. To be honest, I know far less about politics than a responsible adult should. It’s something I’ve been thinking I need to re-study and learn – not because it intrigues me, but more because it infuriates me. Too often it feels like my job as a Canadian citizen is to vote for which pile of poo stinks less.                 When the whole #elbowgate fiasco erupted yesterday, I posted this on Facebook: I can only imagine the uproar of the Liberals if a Conservative Prime Minister had taken a man by the elbow and escorted him away from a conversation - elbowing a woman in the chest as he did so. Prime Ministers aren't supposed to be bouncers. ‪#‎ keepyourhandstoyourself                 Turns out the uproar is pretty much exactly the sam...

Eats dirt. And sand. Colours on walls. Eats crayons/markers/pens Also colours on himself Collects rocks. Tosses rocks on lawn. Wanders Selective hearing Limited understanding on the word "no" Pilfers my skin care products/makeup and eats them. Runs away saying "Mine!" When I catch him. Climbs on everything. Instigates wrestling with big brother Plays with his own hair too much, creating bald spots Excellent snuggler You know you have deciphered his wishes correctly when he starts laughing maniacally and flapping his arms Calls all fruits "nana" - refuses to eat an actual banana. Blueberry enthusiast Skilled tower knocker over Special talents include pushing big brother's buttons, demanding lotion for his legs and feet, and eating copious amounts of string cheese. He's good at independent play - also lulling you into a false sense of security and then finding him standing in the sink brushing his teeth. Addicted to washing his ha...