October 23, 2012 @ 2:46 pm | Filed under: These People Crack Me Up
The girls told me they’d seen a dead opossum on their walk.
“It was so sad, Mom. Just lying there.”
“So we named it Commander O’Possum. He was Irish, you see.”
My six-year-old’s library search queue
Why I Love Talking to Alice on the Phone
No, Dear, That Would be the Cucumber Sandwiches
She’ll Probably Name It “Fluffy”