"I don't know where these kids came from."
Emma, without missing a beat, jumped in (with her best "do-I-have-to-explain-everything?" voice) and answered my rhetorical question:
"From the North."
Here is my beautiful daughter from the North.
Monday, November 9, 2009
Wait... where?
At one point on Sunday, after a looong afternoon with some kids who were driving us a little bit bonkers, I turned to Miranda and in a somewhat exasperated voice said:
"I don't know where these kids came from."
Emma, without missing a beat, jumped in (with her best "do-I-have-to-explain-everything?" voice) and answered my rhetorical question:
"From the North."
Here is my beautiful daughter from the North.
"I don't know where these kids came from."
Emma, without missing a beat, jumped in (with her best "do-I-have-to-explain-everything?" voice) and answered my rhetorical question:
"From the North."
Here is my beautiful daughter from the North.
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4 comments:
Like the Lost 10 Tribes? We may be on to something here. . .
Zechariah 2:6
well duh!
Those Northern girls sure are cute!
Chris
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