For brotherly love:
Jingle Bells
Andrew smells, a million miles away
Oh what fun a jingle bells
Andrew smells, all the way to Africa
As sung by Miss B.
For brotherly love:
Jingle Bells
Andrew smells, a million miles away
Oh what fun a jingle bells
Andrew smells, all the way to Africa
As sung by Miss B.
Filed under Kids
Not really the weather, since it’s a balmy 31 degrees according to my weather widget–and sunny. But me, and Miss B. We. Have. Colds. Or coughs. (Or cough-es, as she used to say, because that’s more than one cough.)
I’m wearing a long-sleeved T-shirt, plus I have my old school, velour-lined hoodie on the back of my writing chair–just in case.
However, the house is filled with restorative things: