January 3, 2010 @ 7:29 am | Filed under: These People Crack Me Up
Rilla comes hobbling in, using a wiffle ball bat for a cane.
“Look, Mommy, I’m playing I’m a grandma!”
Me: “Why, hello there, Grandma.”
Rilla: “Mommy. I’m not playing that any more.”
Indeed They Do
Dare I Ask Why?
She’ll Probably Name It “Fluffy”
day 31: sandwiches and leftovers
Topics of discussion on the way to Trader Joe’s with an eight-year-old
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