My house doesn’t have a dinner bell; it has a dinner text message.
Once upon a time, I bought a triangle to ring to bring the children home from playing in the neighborhood…I wasn’t ever allowed to use it 🙂
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My house doesn’t have a dinner bell; it has a dinner text message.
Once upon a time, I bought a triangle to ring to bring the children home from playing in the neighborhood…I wasn’t ever allowed to use it 🙂
Dig it out. Ring it for random events. Trust me, they’ll agree that it’s the best thing ever… eventually.