Maia Evelyn

john -- April 10th, 2009

I was rough housing with Maia this morning, swinging her up and down from floor to ceiling and twirling her on my shoulder.  I set her down and she mater-of-factly states, “Daddy, my pants are broken”. Huh? Did I rip them some how? No, she turns around and her bum is hang’n out in full. [...]