The first words out of the Bean’s mouth when we got home from grandma’s house tonight: “Bobo! Your mother’s home.”
And the ‘leash’ I thought he’d made with ribbon on Jemma’s neck was not really a leash at all. It was a Baby Bjorn for giraffes and it fit Bobo perfectly.
Thank you Santa for such this sweet Christmas memory. We’re so lucky Jemma could join us from Africa. (Apparently she is a hockey goalie for the African Seahawks too.)