All my children continue to ignore me.
I tell them they MAY NOT grow up . . . and they do it anyway.
Coop is case in point.
He turned nine.
He was just tiny, trying to toss balls into the basket during Sacrament Meeting.
Now he's big. And waits until Sacrament is over.
My nine-year old!
Ivy bought him a bottle of rootbeer (and something else I think) and "wrapped" it in her blankie.
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Ivy's gift was the best.
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