Tuesday, July 28, 2009

I walk in the door and they're all a-buzz about DANCE class. We gather pink tutus and tap shoes and soon they are ready...only an hour too early. I flop on the couch to watch the clock move closer to the enchanted dance time, hoping that some simple questioning of "How was your day today?" will draw out for a good 20 minutes at least. Then the handsome one lies down and the girls clammer to him. The giggles entertain them. me. him. They will sleep well tonight, and they do.

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