It all started with the lady I tutored calling her son her treasure. I thought that was neat so I started telling my oldest son that he was my treasure. When I said it to him, he whispered, "Treasure", as if I was telling him a secret. My babies, all four of them, are my treasure.
Thursday, October 23, 2008
I Need To Get Out More
I just realized as I reached into the fridge for the second nap time in a row that juice boxes have become my guilty pleasure. Shouldn't it be a soap opera or chocolate?