Ethan was looking all over for something. Truly searching high and low.
Exasperated (which happens frequently), he finally asked Christopher and I, "WHERE IS THE BEE RACKET??"
WHAT??
We of course had no idea what he was talking about. He kept repeating "The bee racket, the bee racket!!"
Since we didn't even know where to start helping him look, he set upon the task himself. At last, he returned with ....
a fly swatter.
1 comment:
Jill, it's been too long since I visited your blog. I loved everything!
You've become such a proficient blogster. I'm so proud of you.
I love you.
MIL
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