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Last Sunday we went to Chimney Rock.

Again…

When Dziadek was planning his trip, he’d looked through all the pictures of where we’d been with J (and where she’d bought spoons…) and decided that, having saved up some money, informed us that he wanted to go on one “real” outing, and the rest could be “little spoons.” (It sounds better in Polish.) So he came with plans to go on one big trip and instructions to bring home spoons from everywhere he’d been.

Chimney Rock was our first “little spoon.”

“Mamus juz tu byla?” he asked.

“Yes, she’s been here,” we responded.

“Nie musimy kupic lyzeczka, co?”

“No, we don’t have to buy her a spoon.”

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