The LOOK

Everyone knows a LOOK when they get one. We all used to get them as kids, and some of us might still get them as adults. Not that I would know anything about that...

But I am pleased to announce that I am the new master of the LOOK. I stopped a hysterical scream from a 15 month old dead in its tracks. At a restaurant. That's right, I officially rule.

And those of you who might be inclined to disagree with me have obviously never been on the receiving end of disapproving glares from strangers when children are involved. Because if you had been, then you would agree that I rule.

Of course 30 minutes later Garrett jumped down the stairs, fell backwards and hit his head and commenced his own yelling and crying. But hey - today I am the master of the LOOK, not the master of preventing toddler disasters. Maybe that will be tomorrow's project...