There were a lot of kids at Henry's birthday party tonight. Lots and lots. The tiniest was the itty-bitty son of her friends. On our way out the door, I asked how old he was.
"Twelve weeks," she said,
Jesus tap-dancing Christ.
The baby was TINY. WAAAY too little to be away from his mommy.
That is exactly how old my child will be when I abandon him/her and return to work.