Such a loopy time! I drive to pick up my preschooler at the wrong time; I ask my husband what we are making for dinner when he has just told me; I walk to the car with no keys, no diaper bag, no car seat. My brain is walking around in circles, as am I; we're just not walking the same path!
The girls, prone to giggling anyway, have found all this especially humorous. We have laughed and laughed over last week's weird new phrase: "I hate to bust your burble!" (Burst your bubble.) I said that, quite by accident. We laughed till we cried. The girls are still telling each other that they hate to bust each other's burbles!!
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