Monday, August 17, 2009

Monday Morning Routine

We dash to the park to swing, climb, and jet about.
We zip to the grocery store and always go in Vic’s checkout line.
We saunter (actually, Luke does the sauntering) to see Darda, our dry cleaner.*
We happily split a small pizza before heading home to pass out.

*Luke loves Darda, our sweet dry cleaning lady. He hollers her name as we approach the glass door (she can hear us coming so she almost always meets us at the door) then plays shy with her. When we leave he throws himself against the glass door and windows screaming “Bye, Darda” over and over again. He leaves many many smudges.

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