It started when Jacob climbed up onto my lap, wrapped his arms around my neck, and said, "Mom, I want to tell you a story." My heart began to melt."Once upon a time, there was a little momma" (I'm like butter at this point) "who was thirty-... no, who was twenty plus twenty plus twenty plus twenty..."
Classic example of the majority of our children. Sweet as can be, with a generous pinch of ridiculous thrown in. In one or two cases, they got a handful. Thank goodness for the sweet part!
My A-1 laundry assistant
2 comments:
I can't be held responsible for putting Drew in the laundry, genius as the idea may be. Surely some of this "creativity" comes from your side of the family? ;)
Are you kidding? He puts himself in there!
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