Well, Samuel's chicken is a car. Tonight his God-given boyhood was shining bright. We were eating a peaceful dinner (really!) when all of a sudden we heard the revving of an engine. All heads turned toward Samuel who was converting a bite of chicken into a race car. A moment later that race car took off, charging around the striped rim of his plate. We all laughed, but secretly I was glad that the car stayed "in its lane".
My mom is reorganizing the cedar chest tonight. There are so many beautiful heirloom pieces in there. Somehow, though, my 4-H sewing projects ended up in there, too. Seriously. Peach plaid koolots with an elastic waist. Wow. That's a style that I'm glad isn't gracing the stores now. Or maybe it is. If that's the case, I've got a nice pair here I'd be willing to sell...
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