Chronicles of our life, the noteworthy, the everyday, the funny, or thought provoking. Made in effort to capture our days.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
As penance for sneaking away to play with a neighbor's chickens, my girls among other things have to mop the floor.
Their squealing giggles call me in to check on them. Instead of mop solution, they used dish soap. . . half a bottle of pink dish soap. They skate, they slide, they twist and fall. Their sorrow seems sincere, don't you think?