Last night, after a long day, my son said, "Mama. I love you. I love-love-love you! I love you so much there isn't even a word to describe how much I love you." A poet in the making.
Later in the evening, when my daughter returned home from dance, I suggested, "How 'bout you go take a shower and get all
scrubbed and clean?" She smiled and quipped, "No thanks. I don't want to be scrubbed and clean-- I want to stay greasy and dirty." :>
June!
1 week ago
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