This is perhaps the most memorable quote of the summer–so far.
Overheard from the back seat on the 800 mile trip from home to Goose Creek, the four year old offers this bit of wisdom to no one in particular. And later, she performs for no apparent reason in the kitchen, bouncing between the kitchen counters and the fridge.
What a puny stage for a beautiful budding ballerina!
And I’ve already shared about the brief visit of the grands during the short break between the last day of school and the first day of vacation. One warm day, the 8 yr old lost a battle with a strawberry ice cream cone at the Country Store. Quite the spectacle!
And no that’s not a spider on her cheek. I think it was a palm tree from the last day of school just one day before the ice cream attack.