Same job, different uniform.

Tuesday, October 31, 2006

Autumn is . . .

looking through your purse to find your grocery list and finding instead the now completely shriveled, dried up, and disintegrating leaves that your three year old son stuffed there after plucking them from the street, carrying them around all morning and deciding he couldn't bear to part with them when we got back in the car yesterday. He has now long forgotten them, but they made me smile all over again this morning, so I don't even mind that I will have to dump out my purse to divest it of "leaf crumbs."

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Blogger girlfriday said...

It seems he has inherited some of my less attractive qualities.

Friday, November 03, 2006


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