.... no not the Talking Heads song.
I'm talking about Andyisms... they haven't stopped. Just my blogging stopped. Andy doesn't stop.
The fear of the apartment being burned down started off quite early when we thought we could pop out to the grocery store for moment with the kid home alone. We got back and the house smelled of burning. Turns out he had been lighting matches in his room and burning plastic in his waste bin. We learned early on that he can't be left alone if we want the apartment not being burned down and my dogs dead.