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Thursday
Nov202008

Pack, Man

I am packing for a trip to Virginia.  I am trying to pack light, sorting through everything in order to decide what I really need and what I can do without.  There are some things that are non-negotiable, though.

"Please can I go with you, Mommy?"

How could I say no to that face?

She is so helpful...

I tried to cover up the underwear with a shirt (I am a modest kind of girl, you know), but she kept throwing the shirt back out of the suitcase.

The shirt stays!

"Are you talkin' to me?!"

Maybe I'll get a regular seat after all...

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