The girls and I hopped on our bikes to go to Starbucks and have coffee and scones to greet the morning BEFORE the first day of spring. As I pay for my coffee, I wish the cashier a happy spring. And, I am not making this up, he says, "That's not till 7:21 tonight."
Ok already. I'll stop pretending that it's the first day of spring until after 7:21pm tonight. Sheesh.
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You had to know she would correct you. Your child is EXTREMELY concrete. No abstract thinking or bending of rules for her. And I can't believe she's turning eleven!!
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