(Crossposted at lissa.minti.com)
Tonight I had to run out after dinner to pick up milk for tomorrow’s breakfast. So there I am at the grocery store at 8 p.m. with my five kids, putting the necessities of life on the conveyor belt:
(Scott had already restocked my supply of the Most Important Pantry Item of All, you remember.)
On the way home we passed a big old turtle on the side of the road. Whooooaaaa, the girls all exclaimed, and they chattered about it all the rest of the evening.
We are easily excited. Me, I didn’t even need the turtle. The ice cream was excitement enough.
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