As I was shooing the kids out the door to get them to school...late, Pearl asked if I would go to the grocery store. One of my least favorite things to do. We'll see, hoping to get through one more day with out making the trip. Will you get bananas, and corned beef [is this my daughter?], oh, and I think we need some more bread, and probably milk and eggs. Thank you, Pearl. Will you remember all that? Yes, Pearl.
Clover and I were off to the grocery store. Even before we walked through those sliding glass doors, Clover said, I don't want a balloon, the balloons they give out at the check-out stand. Why not? Because it goes up in the sky, with a look of sadness in her eyes.
This one. This one is already guarding her heart at the tender age of 2.