A fiery little four year old boy in my Wed night class came and sat by me on the floor last night. He wrapped both his hands around my arm, gave my arm a tight squeeze, then said with such sweetness,
"I love how your old arms feel!"
Oh! He did not...
You have to love the brutal honesty of a four year old. At least he said he loved them! :-)


I'm Starr Cliff. A domestically-challenged mom, climbing over mountains of laundry to bring you my stray observations and amusing stories about my kids. (more)


