Monday, June 18, 2007

it runs in the [human] family

Just now we were all in the minivan and No. 6 had the misfortune to be sitting in the window facing the brilliant, unmerciful not-quite-setting-yet sun. Squinting and grimacing, she said, "Mommy, I wish the sun would never shine on me again."

Ever said that before?

I know I have.

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