Lately Carly has been saying a gazillion cute and crazy things. Like today she said:
"Mom, why does the P have a line on it?"
Okay, so that doesn't sound so cute and crazy when it's typed like that. And by "like that", I mean wrong. Because that is not exactly what she said, although it is the general idea.
The point, you're saying, what is the point!?
The point is, I keep forgetting all the cute and crazy things she is saying because
A) I am not writing them down
B) I think I'll remember and then I don't
That is what you call a 2 part plan of failure. I succeed at failing. Go me!
But you know what makes it all better? A little of this:
That, my friends, is a picture of my children after we had a flour fight. It's like a squirt gun fight but without water or pistols.
This is Josh (still flour encrusted) bein' raised up right - aka doing the dishes. (Doncha just wanna pinch his cheeks?) You're welcome, Josh's future wife, you're welcome.