I went upstairs for just a minute -- putting away some laundry. I left the kids playing in the living room. When I returned, George was gone.
"Francis, where's your brother?"
"I don't know."
Then I heard George talking to himself in the kitchen, so I turned the corner and saw this. He was hard at work putting powdered creamer into the three saucers that he pulled out of the cabinet. Such a helpful and industrious boy.
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
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