Today I pretended that I didn’t have a bajillion things to do and instead, I focused on rocks and butterflies, (and taking a few photos, of course).
Perry was exactly like some mad paleontologist on an extreme dinosaur fossil dig in the driveway. Coco took on the bossy role, indicating the best spots to brush and sweep away debris to uncover the little rocks. She stored the precious rocks dino bones in her shirt pocket which later bounced out all over the house. I caught Gracie trying to eat one and will probably laugh out loud when I vacuum tomorrow.
Everyone knows that even fabulous days can’t be 100% perfect. Sometimes a little disappointment creeps in… if only for a second. Like when a butterfly (which sounds a lot like barfly when Coco says it) you’ve been chasing gets away. Bummer.
