From Evan, getting out of the car at my parent's house:
"Mom, do you smell that?"
Me: "No. What is it?"
Him: "I smell springtime!"
Aubrey and her cousin were looking at my photo album and were ripping pages as they turned them. I told them a few times that they needed to be more careful. After a few more rips, I told them they were done and took the book away. Aubrey, in the most cheerful voice says, "Oh well, Hailey, let's go drink!" (I have had this thought many times myself since becoming a mom!) May this be the last time we hear her utter those words until after her 21st birthday.
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