Is That Really Helping Me?
Today I was unscrewing a piece of wood from my synth module rack. I had to sit on the floor to do it. Frankie was right there, "helping" me.
He positioned his head right under the elbow of my left arm, the one I was using to hold the screwdriver.
Maybe he was helping me hold my arm up.
Or maybe he thought "if mommy's arm is touching me, and it's moving, then she's petting me!"
Oy.
He positioned his head right under the elbow of my left arm, the one I was using to hold the screwdriver.
Maybe he was helping me hold my arm up.
Or maybe he thought "if mommy's arm is touching me, and it's moving, then she's petting me!"
Oy.
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