Mama Diaries

Monday, September 5, 2011

Bone Museum

My husband made a nice rack of ribs for our Labor Day celebration.

The kids gobbled them right up.  Not a scrap of meat was left on those bones.

My seven-year-old son had a pile of about eight bones sitting on his plate when he was done.

"Make sure you throw those in the garbage," I said.

"No.  I'm saving them."

"Why are you saving bones?"

"I have a collection."

"You do?"

"Yeah.  For my bone museum."

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