According to Grayson (in his own words), I just destroyed his fun, I destroyed his dreams, I destroyed his hopes, I ruined his happiness, I destroyed his vision for building a house from the lose bricks stacked in the dogrun. Moments ago, I exited the garage taking trash to the alley bin and caught Grayson and Matalley moving bricks with the wheelbarrow from the dog run to the backyard. They are not allowed to exit the gate but apparently that rule is meritless when it comes on the heels of 'architectural dreams.' I may never be forgiven.
What I would like to happen, even though I am glad they are enjoying this nice weather, is for the mess in the playroom to disappear. Matalley decided her dolls didn't know enough about God, and so has set up a permanent Sunday school classroom/lesson in the pathway to the laundry room.
Lola is acting too old as well. We had a mother-daughter tea date last week. She looks like a little girl now...no more baby.
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