They say things come in threes. I can’t remember if it’s good things or bad things, but I definitely remember threes.
Well, it’s been one of those weekends- a mixed bag of threes…. emotional, miserable, sentimental.
It all started Friday with a playdate. I have to thank my neighbor… you know who you are girlfriend, because there you are, like the rising sun… always there, always one to count on. Our kitchens look out onto one another, and with every breakfast and dinner, all the kids wave excitedly to each other. And then the phone usually rings… and then the plan is made… a playdate! The mom and I get along famously, our kids adore each other. It’s a beautiful thing.
So Friday afternoon, my boys and the neighbors decided to make a lemonade stand. I’m always game for a lemonade stand… kids are contained, busy (not kvetching), and learning some good selling skills! 
It’s something they do every now and then, and we always find a cause that is “au courant” or near and dear to our hearts to donate the money. Well, this weekend was “The Weekend To End Breast Cancer” in Montreal. But when I asked where they were donating the proceeds, and one of them said, “I’m thinking I want to keep the money and buy something,” I urged them to reconsider. “How about for the kids who don’t have a mommy because she passed away from breast cancer? Let’s help in honor of those families. Let’s kick breast cancer in the butt!”
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