This morning, 4 Texan-born individuals (and 1 Texan dog) awoke to around 3 inches of snow.
In March.
Which of course led to a mad scramble to locate coats, snow boots, gloves, etc. in time for school, and to one grumpy mommy yelling (yes, YELLING) at her son, who was calmly perusing his Lego catalog throughout the said ordeal.
And yet when I dropped him off at school, it was CALEB who reached over from the backseat to ME, gave me a hug and said, "Love you, Mom."
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Yesterday, I was getting things ready for a picnic lunch at the park, when Meghan exclaimed "Gross!" from her room. (*This is a girl who loves roly-polies and earthworms.) She had found our MIA lunch thermos and assorted little snack-holders in her lunchbox, in her backpack, in her closet. Items mysteriously absent for well over a month.
It is impressive what can grow on stainless steel if you leave a little corn chowder behind.
1 comment:
ewwwwwwwwww, i'm with meg. gross.
so, now i want to know...did you toss it or wash it? my gag reflex usually determines such things.
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