I have a long post in mind about my parents' visit (fabulous) and Phoebe's birthday (she's three!), but I have no time today. So instead I'll quickly share this:
My mom and I were sitting at the kitchen table, chatting. Mallory was upstairs in her room. Suddenly she dashed into the kitchen, taped a piece of paper to the wall, and dashed out. The paper said:
"A bad prsin is coming to crash the wrld."
A few minutes later, she ran in again with another sign:
"It is rile rile tro!"
Then we were encouraged to take cover in the broom closet.
(Need a translation? "A bad person is coming to crash the world. It is really really true!")
About Me
- Krista
- The little girl closed the photograph album and leaned against her mother. "Is that all?" said the little girl. "No," said her mother. "Someday, you'll be showing your picture to your little girl, and you will be telling her that... the sky will always be blue. Grass will always be green. Snow will always be white and cold. The sun will always be warm and yellow. And then," said her mother, "you'll hug her too." --Charlotte Zolotow
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1 comments:
Glad you had enough warning! :)
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