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Thursday, September 29, 2016

Bragging Rights with Boys

I just wanted to stop for a moment and brag about exactly how often I find a rock under my kitchen table. A rock that my preschooler has selected especially for me, and then has hidden away and not given to me. A rock that he has been told, does not belong in the house, and instead belongs in the pile the 2 boys have created in the back yard, which they refer to as the "Meghannism." A rock that he has forgotten that he concealed under the table, and then dropped. Because it's often.

So to recap, my son gets a special rock for me because I'm special and then discards it and forgets it under the table. I also occasionally make it out of the house wearing two matching socks that neither of my boys has worn on his hands for playtime. Try not to be jealous.