Monday, March 4, 2013


This morning I went into the kitchen and was greeted by a pony swimming party.
And a little girl blissfully unaware that strawberries are to be shared, not hoarded.  Note the pile of tops by her bowl.

She makes me smile.

As I type this, she is lying in her bed, singing herself to sleep.

Happily unaware that bedtime was two and a half hours ago.
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