This blog post is old. It got lost in my drafts folder. Just read it and pretend I posted it back in February!
I’m not sure how it happened, but in the past few weeks our home has been invaded by the Lorax. It all began when I attended Blissdom in Nashville.
The Lorax was taking pictures in the hallway. I stopped because, quite frankly, a prize was involved. And I thought it might be fun to show the kids.
Now, if you show a kid a picture of their Mom with the Lorax, they’re going to want to meet him themselves.
And if they want to meet him, you’re going to have to take them to the Lorax Party.
And if you take a kid to the Lorax party, they’re going to give them ‘staches…
And if you give them ‘Staches, they’re going to want to take a picture with the Lorax.
And if they take a picture with the Lorax your soon-to-be-four-year-old will exclaim, “I cannot believe I got to touch a REAL Lorax!”
And once that happens, you’re pretty much going to end up throwing her a Lorax Birthday party and take everyone to see the movie.
I really blame Blissdom.
|Me, Edie, Amy|
But I have to admit it was fun!