Happy Autumn!
(Now if only it felt like it!)
This is my 100th post. (Streamers and confetti should fly out of your computer screen now.) How do I celebrate such a momentous occasion? Tell a Grace story, of course.
I took both kids shopping for new jeans, since all of last year's have become high-waters. Grace was excited. Luke was not.
I found a cute shirt for Grace and held it up to see if she liked it. This was my 5-going-on-15-year-old's answer: "Oh Mommy, I've dreamed that I was wearing a shirt like that."
That, my friends, is the natural ability a girl has to instinctively know the words needed to get what she wants. I've also seen the instinctive pouty lips and puppy-dog eyes work as well, but usually more often toward the Daddy-types.
Thank heaven for little girls.
