Erin put a clock up on the kitchen wall the other day, and Kate asked me: "Was that clock made thousands and thousands of years ago, in the 1980s?"
I guess she was thinking of this song:
And last week I was trying to get Will to sleep when Erin was at book club--we were lying down together. I had my shirt off and he was running his hand along my stomach, pretending it was a car. When he got to my chest, he said, "Now we're going through the wheat!"
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