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While beginning my adventures blogging, I have repeatedly asked my hubby if he has read ìtodayís entryî. He finally confessed that although he does read most entries, it is hard to separate them from our daily conversations or his memories of our talks so that he can declare with certainty, ìYes, I read todayís entry about mole rats.î In order to teach him something new, and maybe confuse him, Iím going to attempt to write another childhood story that he may not have known.

Geez, thatís harder than I thought it was. Unfortunately, itís easier to remember the ìbadî incidents versus the good ones.

When I was little, about 4 years old or so, my mom taught at a Christian Daycare. Mostly I would go to a sitter so I must not have been the right age for her class. Anywho, they were going on a special field trip to the zoo, and I got to go along. I was soooo excited! I donít remember my sister going (she may not have been here yet) and I know my dad didnít go. It was one of the few times it was just my mom and I (and a whole lot of other little kids who I didnít know ñ so they might as well have not been there.) So it was a special red letter day.

So anyway, we went to the zoo. We walked and we walked. We ate lunch at the zoo. We walked and we walked. And my feet hurt. We drove a big bus back to the church. I was probably very whiny by thenÖ ìMy feet hurrrrrttttî I learned a new word that day ìb-l-I-s-t-e-r-s.î

It was rest time when we got back and there was a coveted place for taking a nap. Most kids slept on the floor, but one kid could sleep on the ìspecial bedî. It was a tiny bed made out of maple with soft sheets unbeknownst to me at that age it was actually called a toddler bed. Since my feet were soooo sore, and I was a special guest for the day, I got the special bed. I WAS A PRINCESS WITH SORE FEET. J It was a good day.