A daily insight into the joys of raising boys...and lots of them.
When I was 10 my dad told us we were moving to Atlanta, Georgia. The next day I went to school and looked at the globe to determine where this was. I spent the rest of my time in Boston telling everyone we were moving to the state that holds Florida onto the rest of the nation. Hope your husband enjoyed the weather and the trip down here!
He did. Thanks, Ken!
That is very funny and we have a similar funny at our house - my husband's sister lives there and she is know here as "Aunt Lanta: - named by a young nephew who thought was her name.
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