"You get what you get, and you don't throw a fit." said Colin when I explained this is what is for breakfast, bud.
Where did you learn that?
"At my old school."
What does "fit" mean? Asked Nana.
"Not 'fit', it's 'fet'. Fet is a feather and if you throw it you don't get any food.
Between plans, meetings and schedules is when life happens. This is an attempt to share some of our life with you.
My Bouncy Seat
bouncy, bouncy, bouncy...
The Little Man with a Plan
Hey little doode!