N and his bud have observed that their sisters cry at least once a day. For whatever insane reason they cry over something or nothing. He was threatening to start a daily note on the cause. That wouldn't be funny but it is.
Today it was she was eating and the fork bounced off her plate and hit her in the arm. And just to ensure we are not being callous I confirmed she was not actually hurt, which was not surprising considering she was wearing a sweatshirt. But still, crying. Brother is right. This may be funny.
My littles are funny, trying, enlightening.... They're my world, and these are their tales.
Sunday, June 25, 2017
Tough stuff
N was complaining through scooping ice cream making the comment: It's hard. It's physically and mentally hard.
Yeah we had to laugh which made hi indignant: no really. The ice cream is actually hard and it is sticky and has to be measured...
Yeah we had to laugh which made hi indignant: no really. The ice cream is actually hard and it is sticky and has to be measured...
Monday, June 12, 2017
Thursday, June 8, 2017
Not ole just yet
On the way home from softball we passed a mom soccer game/league. I'm guessing ages from 20-55. I commented about the old lady soccer. Sis disagreed when I pointed out they were close to my age. "Mom those were not old ladies. You are not officially old until 50"
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