My brother and I had these books when we were little. My mom and I separated them into two totes for my brother and I.
My brother has two kids on the way. It was fun going through the books, imagining which ones I wanted to read to my nieces first (when they're old enough). I recognized and remembered most of my old books, and I took time to thumb through some of them.
The best books were two of mine. My mom picked them up, nonchalantly said, "Oh, those are Monica's," tossed them my way and kept on sorting.
Maybe you had to be there, but it was hilarious.
Maybe you had to be there, but it was hilarious.
In other news, I have two root canals scheduled for next week.
I appreciate the irony.
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