Love is...sharing your last bit of apple juice.
And that's saying a LOT coming from this girl. They don't get juice very often, so when I hand her some, it's like, "STOP everything right now while I drink this juice!"
Today we took the scooters to CW, and they rode in circles, pointing out every fallen leaf. Well, that's an exaggeration. But, they DID point out every pumpkin on display.
"Mom! Let's go this way! We're going on a 'venture!"
"Mama! Bumkin! Bumkin! 'nother bumkin!"
Fall is starting to show her glorious face around here, so I won't even complain that at the end of the day, the inside of my purse looks like I threw it in a forest. A stick, a rock, or a leaf collected from my kids always finds its way inside. I should probably learn to say no.
But, I can't. I'll miss those little treasures in my purse someday.
1 comment:
How darling. We don't give R man juice very often either (although his papa (my dad) has a tendency to sneak him juice under that table), and so when he gets juice, he expects the whole world to stop. That is cute that she shared her juice with her brother.
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