We're packing this morning, getting ready to spend a few nights on the shore of Lake Superior. The little man is having trouble deciding which books to bring, which puzzles and how he's going to fit everything into Mama's suitcase. He decided that not only did he need to bring Target, his blanket and his fish pillow but ALSO his ball pillow. After all, he said, and I quote, "I like to switch my head back and forth."
It might be time to buy the kid his own suitcase and institute the Uncle Mike and Aunt Shannon rule: You can bring whatever will fit in your suitcase.
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