In an effort to write better, write more, capture more, be more honest, I give you this.
My four-year-old daughter, my sweet, sassy little girl, just marched downstairs and straight into the kitchen. She had changed into a bathing suit for no apparent reason (because that, apparently, is what 4-year-old girls do) and was petting a cicada exoskeleton, cooing, “Oooh, you’re such a good boy. Yes, you are are. What a good little guy.”
She wants to bring him to Babci & Dziadziu’s this weekend. Mom… I hope you’re ready! š
And you mean to tell me that something like this is not a regular occurrence at your house? Well, then…
Iām wondering how I might be notified when a new post has been made. I have subscribed to your RSS feed which must do the trick! Have a nice day.