Sunday, March 29, 2009
Gabriella walked into my room last night and asked......
"Mom, where are my bwown pants?"
I looked at Noah and said "She's not supposed to be asking THOSE kind of questions until she is at least 10!" ;)
at 6:12 AM
Streams of consciousness from a mother of 10 who usually can't collect her thoughts and finds commas a nuisance.