We were out enjoying the beautiful weather that feels nothing like November here. We had a plan to walk around the block and get back to fix lunch. I was several steps ahead of Madison and she stopped to pick up rocks to put in her pockets. She was loading herself down with them! I turned and said "Come on, punkin'! We've got to get back so I can make you guys some lunch." She replies "I'm busy!" I said "But we don't have time." She looked at me with the strangest look ever and said matter-of-factly "Mommy, there's
always time for rocks." Now how do you argue with that?
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