June 17, 2010 @ 6:19 pm | Filed under: Family, These People Crack Me Up
Rilla, who is four years old now, pointed to the garland (made by Lesley) that hangs between our living room and kitchen. “I can read that,” she announced matter-of-factly.
“It says, ‘Please—be—on—this—house.'”
The road goes ever on and on…
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