I almost forgot to choose the winner of the ‘Rethinking Thin’ book.
Noah takes his responsibilities very seriously.
Feigning indifference to the chore ahead:
Only one winner can be chosen:
Who will it be???
A winner is chosen!
And the winner is:
Deb!!! Send me your address and I’ll get the book in the mail tomorrow.
Can you guys believe Noah did this for me? Especially when I am always saying NO! No paper!!! We even did it a second time to get a second place winner, just in case. Each time he delicately pulled one paper out of the bowl. I did crumple them nicely so they were especially attractive to him. And yes, I practically have to use the jaws of life to extract paper from his mouth. We’re working on that one still.