If you’ve wondered why I’m always late
It’s because I’m trying to get this dressed every morning
It’s impossible to get her to be still long enough to fasten anything in any kind of a timely manner
Then, she starts talking to you
And you start talking back. Before you know it, you’re late.
But when the end result is this cute, what does time matter? (And please forgive my stupid momma-talk in the background.)
I could spend hours with her like this and not care that I’m late for everything all the time now. I can always make up an appointment, I can’t go back and make this up.