Our six-year-old granddaughter, Paige-y, came home from school the other day and told her mom she had the worst day of her life. When asked why, she replied that on the school bus on the way to school she had eaten her snack. She said, “It looked so good, I ATE it.” So when snack time came around she had nothing. Thus: “The worst day EVER!”
At the end of the day, with no one to blame but ourselves, when we find our snacks are gone, we are often mysteriously blessed with mothers who replace them overnight.
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Loved this, Margie.
Good story brimming with a lesson!
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