Every Saturday morning, I take Honey to ballet class and then we go to the commissary for grocery shopping. Here's what transpired on our short walk from the car to the commissary:
Honey: Mommy, you're lucky.
Me: I am?
Honey: Yes. You get to spend the whole morning with just me.
Indeed, I am, sweet girl.
Very sweet...
Posted by: michelle waters | February 23, 2008 at 08:05 PM