Kids have to put up with all we do to them: paints, art, glue, projects, classes, medicines, rules, and all our goofy baggage. At times I can see Addison just sit and consider it all. After carefully pushing each leaf onto the paper with one finger, he tolerated his mother sticking these cute pink glasses on him. I’m graced he puts up with me.
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Thank goodness he puts up with me
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