I’ve gotta tell you that one of the cutest things about a certain little boy is the way he asks for milk:
“Cow. Juice. Pweez?”
Susanna walks into the kitchen. She sits down for lunch.
Me: What was going on in your room just now? I heard lots of noise.
S: Oh, it was nothing. I was beating on Lydia’s back with my hands.
S: Yeah, I was hitting her on the back. But she was laughing. She said it tickled.
Me (incredulously): Riii-iiiight….
S: It was great. Her back makes sounds like pretty music when I beat it.
I think now is a good time for piano lessons.
This soap will kill you and will make you and your entire bathroom smell like cheap men’s cologne. Small children and various barnyard animals will faint from the stench.
Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
If you want to know what happened to me, I’ll tell you. The kids and I just returned from a lovely week with Grandpa and Grandma in Oklahoma. But we are back now and ready to blog. We saw and did lots and lots of fun things, so it will probably take me a few days to gather my wits. Stay tuned!
Well, maybe not quite like that…..
Try this instead:
Yep. That’s where we went. More soon!