Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Once again...

When Steve was a kid, his mother was constantly finding rocks and leaves and other various tidbits of stuff in his pockets. Stuff that he'd found outside, that he really loved, that he wanted to keep forever.
Steve was, is, and maybe always will be, a little bit of a hoarder.
Brigid brought this leaf home from school in her totebag last week, because 'I found it, and I liked it.'
And this concludes your weekly reminder that Brigid, is, in fact, one million percent Steve's child.
And also that I am screwed for the next few years.
Think happy, non-terror-toddler thoughts for us, ok? Thanks.

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