Here’s one from my draft slush pile that I just rediscovered and found rather amusing. The timing is off, but hey….
The night before Thanksgiving my sister took her daughter to New York City to watch the balloons being blown up for the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade. On the way to the city her four-year-old asked, Read the rest of this entry
This picture has nothing to do with the story. I’m just using it for the sake of those who might not have gotten my “Take the cannoli; leave the gun” reference in the title of this post. Get it now? You’re welcome.
We had a party at our house a few weeks ago to celebrate my daughter’s Confirmation. At one point during the day, I went into the bedroom and found my two nieces, four and five-years-old, tying their balloons to a candle stand and playing with the change jar my husband keeps in our room. I told them, “You girls shouldn’t be playing in here. Why don’t you take your balloons in the other room?” They complied quickly, untying their balloons, then pausing to ask, “Can we Read the rest of this entry
At a birthday party, my four-year-old son grabbed two balloons, held them up to his chest, tied end out, and said to his father, Read the rest of this entry