"That never gets old" . . .

Tonight's bedtime reading with William.

I always read the table of contents and let the kids choose which story they'd like.

He chose The List, from Frog and Toad Together

I brought out Frog and Toad again because Liv and I are going to see a play of their stories on Friday.

Now you know. (-:

Current page, Toad's to-do list is blowing away.

"Hurry!" said Frog.

"We will run and catch it."

"No!" shouted Toad.

"I cannot do that."

"Why not?" asked Frog.

"Because," wailed Toad,

"running after my list is not one of the things that I wrote on my list of things to do!"

William: "That never gets old."

Mom: "What, that that's funny?"

William: "Yep." smile...

Such a sweet time in life!

Oh, look now, here is that same sweeties' shoes from this past sumer.

I believe I took this because even though I so thoughtfully continued all summer to keep track of and put in very convenient places a large variety of sandals, crocs and water shoes, without fail, he'd come back from where ever with wet, sandy tennis shoes.

Ahhh...such sweet times...

(-:

And this, my friends, is an artistic shot of my "souvenir" from my first ever trip to Traverse City last May, posed with some early summer bloomers. If you're wondering, I spent a little time dealing with pictures lately.  More summer pics coming tomorrow...or, well...soon.  

Funny little story about that vase. So, I'm in a little gift shop on the main street of downtown T.C. and this vase, filled with some dried green peas covering about a quarter up the bottom, catches my eye. Up to the counter I go to buy it and the gal quickly proceeds to dump out the dried, green peas.  "Oh," I say, "Um, those don't come with the vase?" "No." she says. "Um," I say, "can they just come with my vase, the pairing is what caught my eye." 

Now, I'm in the main shopping district in Traverse, these people must be doing pretty well, a bag of dried beans costs what? and my vase has about a half cup at most of peas in it. I'm feeling like this gal should be thinking customer service here and just throwing in the peas for this 40-ish year old tourist lady, aren't you? So, again, "What do you think then, can I just have the peas?" I ask.  "Nope, they don't come with the vase, " she says.  "Wow," I say. Now here's where my memory is failing me, I hope I said in my kindest voice, "Well, I almost don't want to buy the vase now," but I don't think I did.

Anyhoo, that's the story of the vase.  Remind me some time to tell you the story of how I got my parking spot back in the Henry Ford lot by using my kindest voice. (-: