Zanzi: Do you know what I'm making?
Mama: No.
Zanzi: A cake. It's not really a cake though, I'm just making a joke out of you.
We're driving in the car past a park.
Zanzi: That's the park where I wasn't allowed to play.
Mama: Yes, but now you learned and you'll make good choices and you'll be able to play there when we go back in the future.
Zanzi: Right. Glockenspiel.
Friday, April 24, 2009
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3 comments:
when the choice is placed before me, I always try to chose the glockenspiel. We are coming to PDX for Becca's wedding! we hope to see you guys sometime.
Yay! We're super excited. I know you'll be crazy busy, but save a dinner some night to come play at our house!
hahahaha!
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