Little Miss Thing wrote “MAMA” today on a piece of paper and gave it to the Wonderful Wife as “a birthday card.” We were shocked because we didn’t know she could write anything but her own name.
Huh.
I wonder what else she can do.
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Growing Boy
The boy, age 6, decided to make his own lunch today from leftovers. Double hamburger with pepperoni, honey and ketchup. He loved it and ate every crumb. We are definitely raising some creative and independent children, here. Or serial killers. It’s a toss-up.
Rural Royalty
My Oldest Daughter, 12: “Why is that store called Rural King?”
Wonderful Wife: “Because they sell the things that people buy when they live out in the country.”
MOG: “What, like harmonicas and cowboy boots?”
Me: “Yes. Harmonicas and cowboy boots. Also lassos and banjos.”
