One for Nan, one for Nina

Little Bear came out of the shop this morning with two soaps in hand. ”Gram, can I have two soaps for Nan and Nina?”

Some think he is a rough tough little character. He chose carefully. He didn’t want anything that smelled too strong that might hurt Nan’s nose.

In truth, he is the kindest, most soft-hearted little man. He makes my day. Every day.

Two soaps: One for Nan. One for Nina.

Twice loved!