Last night, as our co-op dinner guests were departing (after a mellow, lovely, time change winter-is-coming feeling meal of turkey chili, corn bread, salad and peanut butter cookies), we could not locate Anna's hat.
All of us were used to this sort of thing and we murmured reassurances to each other that it would crop up somewhere, sometime.
This morning, the boys noticed both Anna and Lukas' hats hung up on our wall of hats. The children apparently took it upon themselves to place their hats where hats should clearly go.
(The wall of hats is by the door we used to use to come in and out of the apartment and so was out of our visual field as we said our good-byes...)
2 comments:
Look at all those Bs on the hats! Go Red Sox! Oh wait is that over...Yeah, Red Sox!
Go Patriots!!
Oh yes, the love is being passed on.
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