Last night, as I was leaving my children for the third time in five days, I some how told Reid I was going to the moon. I guess I'm just tired of saying "Mommy has to go to Church to help her friends." So instead, I told him I was going to the moon.
Makes sense.
He woke up wondering where his moon dust was (because I also happened to tell him I was going to bring him back some moon dust).
At one point today he referred to me as an astronaut, and tonight as we got ready for bed he asked me to stay on the Earth with him.
Ah, kids ...
Makes sense.
He woke up wondering where his moon dust was (because I also happened to tell him I was going to bring him back some moon dust).
1 part oil to 8 parts all purpose flour = super fun mess
Nell enjoyed it best on the floor
At one point today he referred to me as an astronaut, and tonight as we got ready for bed he asked me to stay on the Earth with him.
Ah, kids ...
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