One of my very favorite things about being a mother, is reading my kids journal. I know, I know… That may be considered snooping in some parents book, but in my house it’s expected – so does that count?
I found this entry yesterday, while cleaning backpacks left hanging in the garage, from when school got out. I thought I had purged all of them, obviously, I hadn’t.
I found a month and a half old sandwich in one of Brighton’s secret pockets – with a big ear wig hangin’ 10 that fell on my chest.
I screamed.
At least this journal entry made up for it.
