Gibson and I were on our way to the doctors office and we couldn't find his backpack, or as he calls it, 'packpack.' I realized it was in the van, which was parked down the street. I loaded Gibson up in the car and stopped at the van to get his backpack.
We were halfway to the office when he said, "Sorry Mommy, I'm sorry."
"What are you sorry for, Gibby?" I asked.
"I sorry, Mommy . . . packpack got lost . . . in Mommy's car."
Ahh, how cute is he? I told him it wasn't his fault because it wasn't lost, I knew where it was. I just had to stop to get it.
THANKFUL THURSDAY
17 hours ago

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