Stir

Stir frequently has a different meaning than stir constantly.

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  1. Grandma TurtleNovember 7, 2010 at 10:32 PM

    I love this thought...especially how it relates to being a Mother. I should check on my children often, but not be constantly reminding them of things..... wow. Wish I'd known that years ago!

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