Overheard While Passing
Quilly | March 1, 2009
I spent yesterday cleaning the condo. I worked alone with the windows and doors open, and once again enjoyed the sounds of a child-populated neighborhood.
Two brothers returning from the basketball court:
Little: “Pleeeeze! I promised!”
Big: “Nope. I’m like God. I don’t care what you promise. I want to see [...]
O’Ceallaigh & The Quill
