Monday April 29th 2019, 10:07 pm
Filed under: Family
Filed under: Family
I did not know that picking up the red plastic measuring cup off the floor and handing it to Mathias meant that I had just given him permission to help with the dishes. Which were already done. But glee being the uncontainable thing that it is, his little wooden chair was pushed to the sink, warm suds were made, nice and high and reachable, and he used his little red scooper to corral the bubbles and lift them over to where they could swirl away in freedom.
Because that is How It Is Done.
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Thanks for sparking fond memories about those long ago days when “grups” were routinely, and seriously schooled on How It Is Done.
Comment by Jayleen Hatmaker 04.30.19 @ 5:44 amYes, grandsons must be obeyed.
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