Tattling

Well my sweet little Trip has turned into quite the tattletale. We were over at a friend's house playing today and every 5 minutes or so, Trip would come downstairs and report to the moms what the other children were doing. It was so strange and out of the blue; I've never seen him do that. The good thing was he did alert us to a paint spill before it got too out of hand. I look forward to the day when I can go visit a friend, and even take my children with me, but be able to make it through an entire conversation without being interrupted to play referee, clean up a mess, or tend to a crying baby. One day...