We had just left the house, heading to the airport on one of our excursions, when I realized I forgot a belt for my skirt that I kept in the large armoire in the bedroom. Fortunately, Don conceded to go back for it, because when I opened the armoire door, I found the cat sleeping soundly on my clothes. Perish the thought of what might have been if it’d stayed there for a week. I deemed that must have been divine intervention.
When we were on our way again, we passed a little girl who was in Brandon’s class. With heartfelt enthusiasm, Brandon says, “Man, I love that woman.” He was nine years old. It was so unexpected and funny coming from him.
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