In a bag of hand-me-down books Molly found a Pound Puppies story. She loves it and we read it every day. The other day she asked me if all the puppies in the story live at the pound. When I explained they do, she agreed with one exception. "He doesn't live at the pound, he lives at a home" she said pointing to the PP leader.
"Why do you think that?" I wondered out loud.
"Because he has a TV and a chair. If you have a TV and a chair, it's your home."
I'm happy our house is a home in her book (with our multiple chairs and 1.5 TVs). It's cute, but I can't mock her because don't we all have ideas about what makes a house a home? I make an apple pie every time we move into a new house because I don't think a house is home until you've baked an apple pie in it. What makes your house a home? No obvious answers please, I know all about the importance of love, laughter, and blah, blah, blah.
P.S. Who's getting pumped for St. Patty's Day!?!?!?!
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New condiments in the fridge. We moved so often for so long that we would throw them away and buy them new in the next house. We do NOT finish mustard or ketchup in a year!
Oo! Good one! Which reminds me, I think we're out of BBQ sauce....
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