a thought occurred to me in the car yesterday.
on our little road trip to explore the miles and miles of country roads we've so nicely transplanted ourself in to.
on our way out to visit our friends bill & tammi and their kids mckenna and grace.
on our way out to surely overstay our welcome by not leaving until 8 o'clock last night.
on our way out to sponge pizza and cheesey bread off of them.
on our way out to hug their necks and tell them how much we've missed them.
on our way out to laugh manically at everyone who chooses to remain in frozen colorado while those of us with two brain cells to rub together have moved ourselves to the land of warmth and fire ants.
on our way out to sit on a swing underneath the oak trees, to feed deer, watch our kids play in the sand, and to plan gardens.
this is the very thought that occurred to me and the very one that i must now convey to you.
urgently.
riley is NOT the boss of wyatt's belly button.
how do i know this?
because wyatt informed us of this exactly 3,963 times in the car yesterday on our 160 mile roundtrip roadtrip.
so allow me sum it up for you again - in the event you're still operating with the confused notion that riley is, in fact, the boss of wyatt's belly button.
RILEY IS NOT THE BOSS OF WYATT'S BELLY BUTTON.
now you may get on with your day.
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