My eight year old makes me smile so much with all the things she shares with me from her school day. Most often I file the conversation in my mind somewhere, vowing to remember and then of course forgetting! No more--for example--tonight at dinner I was quizzing her about the nice boys in her class this year. Without hesitation she said that the nicest and most polite boy was Ethan, who by the way, speaks French. She was quite impressed by this fact as well as the contents of his sack lunch. Today, she declared in colorful detail, that Ethan "brought a buffet" for his lunch. I guess I need to spice up the sack lunches and perhaps polish my high school French. Notice the little Eiffel Tower fabric in the pic? I bought this skirt because of that fabric. Maybe the little one is more like me than I thought!
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