Dinner at our house is always and event.
An event where we prod children to eat, not to throw food on the floor, to chew with the mouth closed.
So, should I have been at all surprised when Morgan took his meatball half and started to push it around the table and tell me it’s a ladybug?
It’s a bird, it’s a meatball, it’s a ladybug ..
About Me
I started this site so my mom could get news about her grandkids without me having to walk her through the process of trying to open and email attachment several times a week. Since then she has passed away and I’ve fallen off the blog wagon, but I’m inspired to pick it up again now.
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