Over the weekend I clicked my heels twice- once for some coffee so good I wanted to yodel and once because Grandma Gray reported that my kids used their manners. Wow-wee! I am not a total failure as a mom. Occasionally lessons taught stick. Of course, two hours after my return they were back to fighting at a decibel level that even I deemed loud. Oh well. It's the moments, right? Just the moments.
When's the last time something made you want to click your heels?