Why Can’t We Be Friends?
Despite not being thrilled with Charlotte’s recent bouts of inconsolable crying, Bailey still agreed to lend a hand during bathtime. She played the role of home healthcare worker while I played the role of photojournalist. With her frantic drinking of the bathwater, she also plays the role of the drain.
We’re down the shore and had a hell of a time getting here. We arrived at 3am. Pictures to follow of the jagged rock that became lodged in our now-flat tire on the Garden State Parkway.