I want to write a deep, thought-provoking post. One that helps me sort out some mommy stuff.
But my hubby and my son are standing in the hallway outside our home office, and from what I can gather, they are taking turns pelting each other with a tennis ball.
This game seems a bit rough and dangerous, but judging by the squeals of laughter, a certain three-year old is having the time of his life.
Perhaps I need to stop contemplating and just get in the game.