Yesterday Rafe, Gram and I were leaving lunch. As usual I was trying to hurry Rafe along as he found every possible thing to touch, pick up and play with in order to delay getting in the car. Here was our conversation:
Mommy - "Come on, Rafe. We need to go. Someone is coming to our house to work on our garage door!"
Rafe - "Mommy, don't panic. For goodness sakes, don't panic your life away!"
Nothing like a 4 year old to keep you in line! What could I possibly say after that??
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