Years ago, when Daughter Hawthorne was in middle school and Youngest Hawthorne in elementary school, Y.H. had a problem finishing his homework one night. He asked me for a note to send to his teacher the next day. I wrote him the note that night and the next morning chased after him out the door because he had forgotten my note. He looked at it, read it, handed it back to me, and said, "Thanks, but I like Lane's note better." Well, any mothers out there will see red flags flying all over the place. "May I please see Lane's note," I asked. Grudgingly, he handed over the note. Daughter Hawthorne had even signed it with my name. Youngest Hawthorne, sadly, went off to school with Mama Hawthorne's note.
When cleaning out Daughter Hawthorne's bedroom, I found this note Youngest Hawthorne had written years ago to his big sister. She had saved it. Y.H. found it at one point, got embarrassed, and crossed his name off of it, but we still know who wrote it.
OK, everybody together now ... AWWWWWWWW!!!
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AAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Hee, hee. Brothers and Sisters.
rosie, how sweet. It reminds me of brothers and sisters actually liking each other which I am not going through at this time with my kids. Marilyn - I recognize you!
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