I am on Mr. Ashley's computer, researching The Safe Haven Law...you know, the one that lets mothers drop babies off at fire stations and hospitals, no questions asked?
I guess 18 month olds don't qualify...and that is why he will be in his room until he is 18.
For his own safety.
Because today while I was in the bathroom, doing surgery on my own eyeball, which took me less than 2 minutes, he was doing this:
I am practically speechless. Past the screams of devastation upon first discovery, done with the sobbing, wrapping up the muttered threats and hissed curse words, and onto speechlessness.
