Said Anna to me in the car today . . .
"Ew, I think there's dirt under my fingernail"
"It's okay, we can clean it out when we get there."
PAUSE. . .
"Oh, wait. It tastes like oreo. It must've just been oreo from when I scraped the frosting off."
Alrighty then! Do I tell her now that it won't ALWAYS taste like oreo?!
Monday, April 27, 2009
Thursday, April 16, 2009
When life hands you lemons. . .
Last night as I tucked Joey into bed, he informed me of something he'd apparently been tossing around in his head. . .
"I think I know what boys who don't go on missions, 'cause they don't believe in our church or something, do while they would've been on their missions...
They open a lemonade stand to make money."
"I think I know what boys who don't go on missions, 'cause they don't believe in our church or something, do while they would've been on their missions...
They open a lemonade stand to make money."
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