A quarter to five
Lately Jack has been saying to me, "Mom, I am a quarter to five." Which at first sounds awkward, but really, he is dead on, isn't he? (He will be five in October.) How does a 4 year old have such a big grasp on fractions (and decimals and rounding too) already? I know every mom says this, but that kid of mine, he is *seriously* smart!
Anyway, I hope you can stand a week filled with junk. Somehow I have managed to find plenty of it the past few days and frankly it is a welcome distraction.
More flea market finds:
Another bread box for the "tin kitchen stuff" collection;
an awesome bird canister (I oogle these on Ebay) that I got for FREE because the vendor went and sold the smaller ones and had misplaced this one, the largest one (psssttt universe, I need more of these);
a rather cheap Jadeite mixing bowl that has already been used for dinner's cucumber salad;
and a super cute tablecloth...
with pink clover.
Hopefully the junk Gods will keep smiling on me.