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Sharing time

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
and
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.

And this:


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.

Comments

Anonymous said…
It looks like Carly won! I bet Josh is saving up his $$ for a dishwasher, not Flaming Hot Cheetos or action figures (aka boy dolls)!

A thought based on the previous post: Elder Holland quoted the ever famous Anonymous "God is easy to please, but hard to satisfy", and Elder Hollands point was exactly like yours - give yourself some credit for your progress!

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