Asked Joshua this evening to tell me his favorite part of his day. He asked me if he could tell me his “worst favorite” first. Okay. So, the worst was that he crashed his bike on the way home from school. His favorite was that he stopped at his Grandma Wilson’s house to clean up his hands and get a little sympathy. While there she said it was nothing a little Tom and Jerry and a brownie wouldn’t fix. That was his favorite part.
Isn’t it amazing how sometimes the best things come about because of the worst?
p.s. I can’t wait to be a grandma. Especially one like Grandma Wilson.
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