"Yook what a found, a fedder. Probably a peacock fedder."
Sitting on the couch listening to my dishes being washed by a machine and holding my Bible in my lap hoping for osmosis edification I wasn't quite ready for a feather lesson. Zana held in her hand a magical white feather from her pillow. She had looked at it holding it against her downy stuffed baby penguin. He had been removed from the feather lose possibility. The next likely candidate at fifteen minutes before six had to be the wild peacock who roams our house in the night.
life is great with a toddler. kind of like a tonic.
Sitting on the couch listening to my dishes being washed by a machine and holding my Bible in my lap hoping for osmosis edification I wasn't quite ready for a feather lesson. Zana held in her hand a magical white feather from her pillow. She had looked at it holding it against her downy stuffed baby penguin. He had been removed from the feather lose possibility. The next likely candidate at fifteen minutes before six had to be the wild peacock who roams our house in the night.
life is great with a toddler. kind of like a tonic.
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