The other morning when I woke the girls up, Abigail asked:
“When can we go to the Rotary?” referring to a large rummage sale held on the island each summer.
“Why do you want to go to the Rotary?” I asked.
“To get toys,” she smiled.
“You’re not allowed to play,” I teased her.
“You’re not allowed to type!” Abigail returned. “You’re not allowed to blog!”
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1 medmusings // Jan 19, 2004 at 12:47 pm
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