When the music stops, turn around and bow.
My life as a mom. Things I Love, Things I've Learned, and Things That Are True.
Looks like we've officially entered the "bruises, abrasions, and skinned knees" years. Ah, childhood.
And those years are many.
it never goes, just moves to different body parts! i 'fell off' the school playground last month and ended up with impressively skinned knees