August 10, 2005 - Wednesday
The boys and I pulled up to the local dry cleaners this afternoon on the way home from their last summer swimming lesson.
"Why are we stopping here?" Harry asked.
"I'm trying to read the sign," I answered as I strained to see the hours written on the little sign on the door. I heard Harry saying something, but it doesn't register right away. It went something like this...
"O. pah. ope. o-peen. o-peen. open. OPEN!"
Then, it hit me what he was doing. "Harry! You read the sign. Wow, that's great. I was actually trying to read the smaller sign, but Harry, I'm very impressed."


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