Where the Heart Is

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After a long morning of Christmas shopping that involved traipsing from store to store and in and out of register lines (sheer torture for a four year old), we had just gotten back into the car when Caleb asked me, “Mom, where are we going next?”

“Home,” I replied.

“Oh, good. I love home, Mom,” he said, a note of relief in his voice. “It’s warm, and it smells good, with no monsters and no lightning storms. Sweet home, sweet home!”

(How cute is that?)

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  1. Just what kind of places are you shopping at, Katrina? πŸ˜‰ I’m with Caleb – after a long day of shopping, home is exactly where I want to be.

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