...of one tired little girl who just realized at the end of a very long afternoon that she left her beloved gulla (pink blanket) at home.
And this after her mother insisted that our car was parked on the fourth floor of the parking garage at the Children's Museum. In the face of protests from all four children that our car was on the first floor. Topped off by the pushing of buttons for every floor of the garage by someone in our party. And I use the term party loosely. Because it wasn't a party anymore when a disenchanted mother of two joined our expedition to every. single. floor.
And did I mention I left Caroline's cup at home, too?
p.s. Scroll down for two more short, but sweet, posts. I get credit, people. I get credit.