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Lunch

Sharing a lunch before we pick a friend up from the airport.

We need to wear our bras!

This morning Annabelle helped me make some french toast. While we were in the kitchen cracking eggs, she suddenly exclaimed:

"Momma!! We need to wear our BRAS!"

I looked at her puzzled. "Huh?"

Then she pointed over to where our cooking aprons (thanks Pat!) were hanging. She meant, we need to wear our aprons! 

Childhood is...

...enjoying a sticky creamy ice cream cone!