On Thursdays, I drop Fisher off at school at 9:15. It's
his day at school,
by himself. After I drop him off, I head home and enjoy about thirty minutes of running about the house, picking things up to music of my choosing. As I rushed past the kids' room with a load of laundry to carry downstairs, I noticed something amiss on Alla's bed (and by amiss, I mean other than the 35 stuffed animals, 90% of which are so dear they have names).
See what caught my eye?
I checked the boy's underwear drawer. Yep, a little low.
And then I remembered, as I was asking him to come downstairs and put school shoes on, he was telling me he had to count his underwear. I had no idea he was placing them so nicely on his sister's bed.
See what caught my eye?
I checked the boy's underwear drawer. Yep, a little low.
And then I remembered, as I was asking him to come downstairs and put school shoes on, he was telling me he had to count his underwear. I had no idea he was placing them so nicely on his sister's bed.
That is too funny. What is it with boys and counting undies? Jacob does that all the time.
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