Sundown, spring.
A small barefoot girl discovers a watering can in our garage and decides it’s time to help the flowers.
Muddy feet and happy plants ensue.
Lighting Bug’s 2-year-oldness climbed the next rung.
When we read her favorite nursery rhymes she has started inserting comments to negate the point.
So we end up with classics like the:
“There was (not) an old ...
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