Peter Pan is My Man

Saturday afternoon Chris, KJ & I ran to the grocery store to pick up a few things for Easter (OK, we actually had a LOT to pick up for Easter because I thought Easter was the following week so we had nothing to eat for Easter dinner. Totally beside the point). Anyway, hubby was acting like a total goober in the store and in the parking lot. He kept taking the shopping cart, running really fast and then jumping on it and taking for a ride. I told KJ I think I'm married to an idiot (I think I actuallly may have used the word retard but I know that is not very PC). She said, "No mommy. He's not a retard. He's just a little boy trapped in a big boy's body. Kind of like Peter Pan." That's my KJ. Always sticking up for her dad.