Tonight I purgeed all the stuff I’ve been hanging on to “just in case” that playmate Fabul-O wants somehow materialized.

Know what fell out of the bag?  The first pair of jammies we put Fabul-O in while we were in China.  (Ya’ll thought I was gonna say something about there was another kid gonna take up residence at Chateau L, didn’t you? Silly folks) No, I didn’t keep them, but I couldn’t help but feel a little teary-eyed over it.

Almost 3-1/2 years ago the gorgeous little brown-eyed girl who refuses to spell Bingo right when singing about Farmer Brown and his dog and blames her farts on the nearest creature, including stuffed animals, joined our family.  Where does time go?

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