Quarta had a heck of a day today. She got to look ridiculous in her leopard-print dress (which she later accessorized with pink and purple rain boots) for a trip to Bordeaux. She got to eat lunch in a restaurant. When we returned to our village, she got an ice cream cone all to herself.
And then the ice cream was gone. After turning my back for a split second to throw away the napkin, I turned back to find her diving, head first, into my purse.
Me: "Quarta, what are you doing in my purse?"
Quarta: "CHOCOLAT!!!!!!!"
Why in the world would she think that??? At least I'm not hiding chocolate under my pillow. Like some grandmothers I know.
Grandmothers are so bad. But don't tell my Mom! She's taking two of my kids to the beach tomorrow.
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I won't tell yours if you won't tell mine. : )
ReplyDeleteIt should be hidden in your purse, under your pillow and anywhere else it fits!! Very cute post!
ReplyDeleteI hide chocolate like alcoholic housewives hide their booze:)
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