Monday, April 03, 2006
From the Mouths of (rapidly growing) Babes
I'm leaving to pick my mother up at the airport for a week-long stay.
It's been a crazy morning.
In the words of my daughter:
"She's your mother, Mom. The house doesn't have to look like a museum."
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