While in Lutsen, offspring #2 asks me, "Should I change into different jeans? These have a spot from Grandma's."
In a perplexed, quiet, concerned and almost care taking voice I respond (seriously worried about her laundry skills), "You don't have any grandma's anymore and haven't for over a year."
She says with a spark, "Grandma's in Duluth! Where we had lunch yesterday?"
Doh!
Tuesday, December 4, 2012
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