Motherly boasting

One of these girls started 6th grade this week. Another lost her front tooth and learned to ride a bike without training wheels. Another learned to wash the dishes (and darned well, her mother would like to add). I personally think that none of those accomplishments nearly matches the significance of the fact that all three know how to ride me, Fenway Bartholomule, but today is FarmWife's day to boast. "Fenway, tell your thronging hoards of adoring fans that I have really nice girls." OK, FarmWife—consider them told.

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P.S. You will want to know why they're all dressed up. No reason, except that they wanted to be! Oh, and because floofy dresses look pretty cool on a big trampoline.