last December. I really love his choice of words. (Since when are marshmallows friends? They're more likely to say nasty things behind your back, as far as I'm concerned. Jerks.) But seriously, I've never been able to write this well -- much less in the fifth grade. So stinkin' cute.
(Another aside: I now know how he found Santa's wrapping paper in my closet. He sniffed it out!)
Time for a new semester of the test of life . . .
1 comment:
Like!
PS: I'm with you on the marshmallows. Ditto champagne.
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