Beginning at the end -- here are the final shots from our weekend at the coast. Sand in your bum, ice cream on your chin. Now that's summer. More soon.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Beginning at the End
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The Things She Says ...
- 4/18/10: After brushing her teeth: "Mama, our tongue is the rug of our mouth!" (As opposed to the roof of our mouth, I imagine.)
- 12/24/09: "What does 'real' mean?" ... "What does 'alive' mean?"
- 12/8/09: "Where is the middle of the air?"
- 10/21/09: She's busily painting a birdhouse, and I speak to her. She says, "Mama, I'm unavailable right now."
- 10/8/09: "Some cats are kinda old, and cranky. And some cats are good for roasting."
- 10/1/09: "Mama, you're as strong as a tornado. And pretty!"
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