Much to our collective delight, we're enjoying a spontaneous visit from one our favorite people this weekend. The boys and I loaded up for a late night airport pick-up last night; dragging blankets, dollies, sippy cups, books, bathrobes, etc. As we sleepily stumbled into the car well after 9 pm, Max scurried back to the house to get his shoes.
"Oh, sweetie, you don't need to bring shoes..we won't be getting out of the car," I explained.
"I'm bringing them just in case..." he offered, sounding just like his emergency-contingency plan father, who would be so proud. And then he completed his sentence,
"...we want to stop for an ice cream cone."
My sweet-tooth DNA overpowers the always-be-prepared chromosomes. Yes!
Saturday, March 7, 2009
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