No really where did it go? Have you seen it? I looked under the sofa, behind some shrubs, inside the radio flyer, beneath the laundry, over the fence, everywhere. I don't know why it's playing so hard to get. I promise to make it waffles if it promises to come back. Don't make me wait, my griddle won't make it.

To a kid who hasn't begun school every day is the weekend, could you imagine.... everyday a Saturday. I could. Childhood is just that amazing.
I think my weekend is with yours. Let's look together. We should stop and get chocolate while we're looking.
ReplyDeleteAnd yes, kids are so lucky. They don't even know it.
Fabulous pic! I want every day to be Saturday! Please!!!
ReplyDeleteSince I'm a stay at home domestic engineer these days, I also feel like every day is Saturday....lol. No, wait....I actually still have to do stuff around the house when I'm here.
ReplyDeleteIn my next life I want to be "The Weekend". Maybe that way I'll get to see what all the fuss is about.
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