Several of you who read this blog regularly have darling little boys. They have chubby little kissable cheeks. They say things like “I wuv you.” They have tons of energy and make big messes, but they are so cute, you don’t really mind. I had three of those little boys. I just thought you’d like to know what happens when they grow up and learn to read and write.
Yes, that’s my fridge. Interestingly, Emily Anne had a related experience yesterday….