
Dear Lincoln,
I know you're thirteen.
And, you have much more "important" things to do than vacuuming your room.
But, you used to love to do this.
And, you cried every time I took it away from you.
Now, get to work.
Love,
Your Mean (but, oh how I still love you to pieces) Momma
Good one!
ReplyDelete"Train up a child..." Okay, so that's not really what that verse means, but I say you can claim it for the housework.
ReplyDeleteCan't get over how much Lincoln looks like Max. Brothers for sure! Wish I was close enough to kiss that precious little boys face. I'll always treasure my short time loving on him.