Not me, I don't really care. It's a pointless holiday, since it's supposed to be a day that everyone gets off, but my store is open, and I'm working.
Pointless.
Actually, I really don't care that much. No one wants to go out and face the traffic and the crowds on Labor Day anyways.
Before I headed to work, the boys announced that they wanted to make Daddy and I breakfast. So we sat back and watched, and they prepared us a breakfast burrito (ones I had premade in the freezer) and sliced us strawberries. They were so proud to serve us. I love that they love to do little stuff like this.
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