Thursday, March 11, 2010
Waiting For Signs
Well, maybe I didn’t say all that. But I remember that this little dance happened more than once, me just about ready to finish up the dishes, and him, walking into the kitchen with more.
Now that I’m adult, I can see that not only was the chocolate sniffing gene passed down to me and my children, but so was the water collecting gene. To fully illustrate what I mean, I put together a little photo gallery for you. This is what I found in one afternoon:
I'll admit, these are mine. They are in the windowsill because my daughter's don't have nightstands. Yes, I sleep in my daughter's room. It's another blog.
My son's sports collection.