We ate our honey.
We ate a lot.
Now we have no honey in our honey pot.
With these immortal words one of my favorite stories begins, and our youngest daughter read the whole thing to me on February 20th of this year.
We ate our honey.
We ate a lot.
Now we have no honey in our honey pot.
With these immortal words one of my favorite stories begins, and our youngest daughter read the whole thing to me on February 20th of this year.