“Missing-my-granddaughter-day” means missing the bubble wand. My son-in-law found this and I laughed heartily. (Hearty laughs are cathartic.)
This little truism has played out on my family room carpet. However, I did not cry, I rejoiced. I will be hunting for new rugs soon and dragging ”Pann” with me. I figure the bubbles only helped speed up the process.
Sums up life pretty well!!
Can we add an accordion credit card holder to the list of things that bring Joy followed by Intrigue and rapid disintegration at the hands of an 18 month old?
And then of course the hop onto Amazon……
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