so last friday the girls and i were playing at the park, in the sunshine, without jackets.
and this morning, we woke up to this:
it appears that punxsutawney phil has been spreading lies.
note to self: should summer ask for hot cocoa, should she beg or plead or scream and cry and promise to drink it all gone, should she bat her big brown eyes and say pretty please with marshmallows on top, don't, DO NOT give in to her. because she never, EVER will. she'll take one sip and say she doesn't want it and demand cold milk instead. you'll get upset, dump it down the drain, and lecture her about asking for things she doesn't really like. it never ends well.
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