Someone has a bad case of the Mondaies.
Owen got up this morning at 6:30, shuffled over to me and with the saddest little face asked if it was Monday. When I said yes, his face got even sadder and he said "I HATE MONDAYS!" and looked like he was going to cry.
Funny that even a 6 year-old has zoned in on how sucky Mondays are.
Mondays. Ugh.
And I'm not even sure how to spell "the mondaies." Mondays. Mondaies. Anyway you spell it = ugh!
Monday, June 8, 2009
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