You've Got The Wrong Baby!!!!!

I figure this blog should be used to put down stories in writing so they don't disappear into the incredible jungle of memories that is our minds.

Dad was telling me about his time today when he picked up Anna from Child Care.

As he walked in, a younger baby boy started crying, putting his arms up. Dad, being the kind of person he is, picked up the little boy. At this time, Anna was at the back of the playground in clear view of this case of 'mistaken identity'.

Immediately Anna began crying, sobbing as she walked over to Pa.

He put down the other baby and picked up Anna and gave her a huge hug.

I was told she's never latched on quite as tight as she did today.