My grandparents and my son.
My mom and I took my kids on a day-trip down memory lane yesterday, to the town where Mom grew up, where my sisters and I made hundreds of visits to our grandparents’ house over the years, and, coincidentally, where my son was born. We told a lot of stories on the drive, mostly happy ones.
To channel Rick James: “SuperFlake, SuperFlake! It’s super flaky….YOW!”
No, I’m not talking about Reed. I’m talking about the ginormous flake he found in his box of Special K® this week.
Reed ate it before I could put it on eBay.
Pregnancy in Lucite on a keychain.
I know what *I* think. How ’bout you?
(Want more? My friend Kristin has an entire series about things that make you go “WTH??”)