Something about Jimmy in a collared shirt makes him look so old!
Rest assured. According to Becky, Jimmy’s pulse (located in his head, ear, and nose) is in good shape.
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The girls put on lovely dresses this evening (given to us by Jim’s Aunt Mary – thank you!), and waltzed around the house pretending to be princesses. Eventually, Becky twirled over to me and announced: “I want to go to a bowl.” “A what?” I responded, thinking she’d lost her mind. “I want to go to a bowl,” she repeated emphatically. “A bowl?” And then it hit me. “Oh, you mean a BALL! You want to go to a ball!” So I ushered the girls into the family room, turned on some music (Wee Sing Fun & Folk would have to do), and told them to get a dance partner. Susie picked a puppy: And Becky chose a monkey: I even tried to teach them how to curtsy like princesses, but their attempts looked more like yoga positions: So even though we may have been lacking the formality of a royal ball, I’d say the evening ended happily ever after! |
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