Hubba Doo? Yes. These were my daughter's words for "I Love You." My son would always say "I you." Precious words from precious children.
Friday, May 15, 2009
I am continually perplexed how I could sit outside at a soccer game with the wind blowing and still have every breath of my nostrils be attacked by the smell of someone’s fabric softener. I left the game with a headache.