Christmas morning with a 2 1/2 year old is quite possibly one of the most fun experiences ever. My grandaughter got up Christmas morning to a new doll house. She was so excited she started jumping up and down, yelling “my doll house, my doll house, yea, my doll house!” She squealed with delight and then… she growled. Grrrrrrrr!
I want to growl. In a good way of course. Not the very-hungry stomach growl or the kind of growling that old men are accused of when they are grumpy. I want to growl with excitement. Dont you? I can remember a time when life was that thrilling. I miss those days. I think I am going to start growling. Probably in my car when there isn’t anyone else around, but I’m going to do it.
I’ll start with the drive home from work. “I’m going home for the day. Grrrrrr ” Dark chocolate is next. “Grrrrrr.” How about weekends. “Sleeping In. Grrrrrrrrr!” Now that I think about it, there are lots of things I can growl about. Don’t be alarmed if the next time you see me, I’m growling.
What would you growl about? Grrrrrrrrr!
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Cute.