This Memorial Day weekend was beautiful here in Boston. We had some business on Saturday, but Sunday was quieter. For an hour or so, the only people in the store besides me were two very nice twelve year old girls. They tried on the birthday crowns, sat down together and looked at books, played with almost everything and kept up a running conversation with each other about camp and school and siblings. Eventually, they said goodbye and left. An hour later they came back in. "We've decided to buy ourselves matching buttons," one told me. They spend some serious time looking for the right one. Their choice: "I'd rather be skipping and blowing bubbles." Perfect!
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