Dally hates shower day. Frankly... So do I. It is such a battle trying to get the boys to stop what they are doing and get into the shower. Ever since Dally accidentally got soap in his eyes.... a horrible experience of pain and stinging like he'd never felt before.... he absolutely DREADS going into that awful place. Granted it has been at least two years since the incident.
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Soooo.... the other night I started the shower and went looking for him. "Dally, where are you?" No Dally. Nothing new. Pretty soon I could hear this high pitched voice saying "Dally isn't here. I'm Mr. Fox." What the??? I look over to see Mr. Fox peeking up from behind the chair. "Hello", he says, "I'm Mr. Fox!"
Mr. Fox had to go with us everywhere the next day. Including Preschool. Sorry Ms. Jani! O how I love age 5. I will so miss you next year...
xxoo jo
ohhh!!! this is too fun..
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