This time the pain is more localized in my neck. Unfortunately, Advil is not going to help. This ailment has been diagnosed and it's called - Laney. Fortunately, an early bedtime for the cantankerous 21 month old and an ample glass of chilled Chardonnay will cure all. Here is what happened:
"Mom, Laney is sitting on the table!"
"Laney, are you sitting on the table?"
"Sess" (At least she is honest)
Ohhh, I have always wondered what's in this thing. No toys? Moving on...
"Laney you need to get down" Maybe, if I don't make eye contact she will go away.
Well, I didn't go anywhere and the ornery little one was ultimately removed by force. As Laney would say, "happy, happy day!" (time to find some Chardonnay).