Thursday, August 28, 2008


a cousin of Rogers has a cute little one year old girl that has a pair of shoes that squeak when she walks. We all get a kick out of them and laugh at how cute she is for the first five or so minutes that she squeaks around. I have to admit, though, that after that the smiles seem to become more of a grimace and the discussion turns to "Well, you shouldn't ever loose track of her." Grimace.
It occur ed to me, as my youngest cowboy was clinking around all summer long with his spurs on that go "Jingle Jingle Jangle" and insisting that he is a cowboy,and his name is Woody, That, though not quite as annoying as the squeak, they could be considered a close second.
I love the uniqueness of each child. Thank heavens they're all so darn cute, or this world would be one gigantic grimace.

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