Every Saturday morning, I take Honey to ballet class and then we go to the commissary for grocery shopping.  Here’s what transpired on our short walk from the car to the commissary:

Honey:  Mommy, you’re lucky.

Me:  I am?

Honey:  Yes.  You get to spend the whole morning with just me.

Indeed, I am, sweet girl.

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