This morning, M2 helped me buy some groceries at the ever wonderful Farmer Joe's. On the way back up the stairs to our house, I found myself lugging several bags and couldn't reach down for the paper.

"Could you bring the paper?" I asked to M2, who was climbing the stairs slowly behind me, his hands thrust proudly into his little blue sweatjacket pockets (he'd just discovered that he could do that.)

"No," he replied.

"Why not?"

"Because I don't know where my hands are."

Posted by Evan Nichols on 1/13/08; 9:16:35 PM from the The Papa Journal dept.