Thursday, January 3, 2013

Misunderstood

We bundled up after lunch and headed over to the sledding hill. There was sledding and giggling and merriment. Then Garrett said, "Do you want to lick some of my ice, Matthew?"

The little one was sitting in my lap. He turned to me with wide eyes and whispered, "Where did he get the mice?"

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