Michelle’s mom, who has been taking care of Jeanne when Michelle and I are off to work, had to attend another granddaughter’s graduation rites. Unfortunately, Michelle couldn’t take a day off. So it was up to me, the intrepid dad, to take on the daunting task of babysitting for the day.
It started off quite early, Jeanne woke up at around 6 and started talking to us in her baby language. We couldn’t really understand a single thing, of course, but at least we’re communing, if not directly communicating, with her.