I love that words have such power when you are three.
When you are three words need to be repeated over and over.
Once is just not enough.
You don't hop.
You hop, hop, hop.
You don't stop.
You stop, stop, stop.
You don't have toes.
You have pickle toes.....
After two nights of sleep, since the girls headed home, we are heading out to work on pots, pots pots.
|MJ deciding if she could walk home.......|
Time for us to hop, hop, hop on those pots.
|we loved feeding chickens|
|best new use for a cleaned out glaze pan-water in the yard.|