Tuesday, January 8, 2013


This past Sunday Milly was enjoying some playtime in the basement with her dad down there to supervise. As I was sitting on the couch knitting I suddenly heard:

"A wittle help... I need a wittle help here.  Ryan??"   

Then later at dinner Miss Cora got corrected by her dad for being a bit squirly at the table.  She looked down at her food, pushed it around with her fork and quietly announced:  "Awk-ward."   Oh my.

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