Unusual notes

I do love telling stories about the kids when they were small.  After having Bobby I returned to work when he was three months old.  Now Bob was in charge of the house, the kids and everything that goes with it.  My first night away I spent wondering how they all were.  I called at lunch break and Bob said all was well.  Okay, he could be telling a story.  Upon arriving at home all was quiet.  Everyone was asleep.  The house was in one piece.  That's good because we all have to do this again tomorrow.  Bob and the kids were settling down to a routine.  It made me feel better.  Then the fun started.  I went to feed the baby in the middle of the night and change him.  When I pulled up his shirt, he had writing on his belly.  Bob wrote me a note on his belly.  It did give me a big smile.  I washed it off and away we went.  Then one night he couldn't find a pen and used black marker.  I scrubbed at his belly and it didn't come off.  I wouldn't care but he had a Doctor appointment the next day.  Good thing the Doctor knew us for years......