Jaeger was sitting at the top of the landing facing the living room (he does this often; he has his front paws on the top step and his bottom on the landing). While sitting there, he had a giant red rocket sticking out. I could see it easily from the couch. Well, I guess Henry could also because Henry crawled up the stairs and grabbed Jaeger's wiener.
I don't want to be the mom of boys anymore.
Do you have an I-don't-want-to-be-the-mom-of-boys/girls-anymore story to share?