Thursday, September 27, 2007
The Joys of Raising a Boy
This morning, a boyishly proud Luke walked up to me and handed me a dead rolly-poly. I don't think he killed the rolly-poly. It looks like it has been dead for a while. I said, "Thank you" to my gleaming son. He explained his find in delighted "dohs" and "dahs." Though I may forever treasure the memory, the gift is now trashed.
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5 comments:
That's kind of sweet. :o)
Yeah, it was kinda sweet. =)
Just here tapping on your window, busy mama. Wassup? :o)
Christin,
Where are you? Have you had any other fun Mommy memories? I enjoy reading about you.
Love,
Adam
Missing you in blogland, my friend. I hope all is well with you!
I'm gonna try e-mail, too ... :o)
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