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.
Monday, November 10, 2008
What I Don't Love...
...is that when left alone together for five minutes, this is what happens.
2 comments:
Where did you get that awesome toybox?!!
Kris made it. It is wonderful, if a little like Mary Poppins' carpet bag. Things get lost in the bottomless pit!
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