Last week sometime I dropped two pirates off at school and drove home with my other two. We kind of have a morning routine (sort of)... and I was only moments away from doing the dishes when Squísh asked me to swing. (Last week I drove to a sketchy-for-Utah neighborhood and purchased myself a bonafide bench swing.) Squísh knows I'm a sucker for swinging with blankets on cooler mornings. But she also had The Story About Ping in her hand, and bangs in her eyes... and she's just such a sweet little stink. The dishes had to soak, anyway.
0 comments:
Post a Comment