Mama who?

So this morning I'm feeding Becky breakfast (okay, I'm handing her things and she's feeding herself. Whatever.) and Zack starts fussing. Becky takes an immediate interest and offers the following advice:

"Mama? Zack. Crying. Diaper. Wet."

Which, of course, he was. Again. Apparently, I am no longer needed around here, as my 20-month old has a handle on what the baby needs. I think this is great. I will be heading off to the Bahamas. Maybe they'll let me sleep there.

posted by Laura Y. @ 8:23 AM