Fall break is over, and it’s back to school for the kids here. Grandson Elijah and his sister Shelby hang out with me after school each day. Elijah enjoyed his usual Bomb Pop while we sat on the front porch swing, waiting for his mom to bring Shelby to the house. He said he and his mom, dad, sister and cousin went to a haunted hayride Saturday night. And it was so scary that he cried. I asked him if it made him have bad dreams. He said, “No. I dreamed about a puppy sliding down a rainbow.” Sounds like a good dream.
2 comments:
How precious!! Makes me want to squeeze him!! :-)
What Jane said! Sweet boy!
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