The wheels on the bus go round and round....

At around 2:10 p.m. my daughter rolled home on the bus. My ears ache. Notice the time. It is 3:34 p.m. It has been an hour and all she can do is tell me about her "wonderful" day! I think I have heard about everything from how the "water fountain is just my size!", to "__________ was picking his nose and wiping it on the table mom! Isn't that funny!" Funny, hmmm....no I was thinking gross.

Once we got all the particulars down about what she did (or didn't) do today. My girly girl proceeds to tell me that "_______ had a cute pink shirt like mine mom!", and "________ had cute her blond hair in ponytails today!", and "________ had the cutest shoes!" Gawd! I think she will start her fist job as fashion editor for Vogue, or some equally annoying magazine! Please no!

She is ready for tomorrow. So am I. See, I knew she would be just fine.

Anyways, thanks for all the comments on my last blog. My little one is home, safe and happy. What more can I ask for?

Wow! See momma always said picking your nose would poke your eye out....or wait, was that, "You'll shot your eye out!"