In a funny way though, they dragged me through a whole lot of other stuff before the main event. That included oddly shaped and sounding cars (good colours I must admit)...
... some posing with mum
... a high chair that smelled a lot like oil and some more posing with dad
Until FINALLY, they showed me what we really came for: the word's awsomest pebble!
OMG that pebble was simply a-ma-zing.
This pebble kept giving and giving.
Thank gods my parents let me take it home. I'm so thankful. But frankly why did they bother driving me all the way out to Ardmore if they could have simply brought it to me? Go figure.
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L'attrait des choses simples et naturelles : des petits cailloux, de la mousse. On t'imagine deja faire une tour en Bobby Car rouge dans le jardin de Grandfin et t'arreter pour ramasser des pierres. Vivement l'ete.
Ceci dit ton pere a une prose ferocement pleine d'humour. Thanks to good old Terry? Bisous
What about "finnolarity" ?
Granny
What about it?
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