Pin It “Could you have those technical specs back to me by 11:30?”
“I need help with my piano theory Mom.”
"We'd like to bring clients over to see your house. Can you have it ready to show by noon?"
"Momma - can you hep me build fort wight now?"
"Hey baby. How YOU doin?"
Real life intervenes, yet again. I don't even want to look at my bloglines. I am afraid. Very afraid. Noblomopo is a terrifying thing.
Completely randomly, I think the religious instruction we are providing our children may be somewhat lacking. Consider:
Abby: “I'm not going to church anymore, 'cuz I know everything about Jesus already 'cuz we talked about Jesus last week and last week and last week and last week and we sang a hundred and eleventy songs and I'm ALL DONE."
Me: “Really? You know everything about him?
Abby: “Everything. In the world. Ever ever.”
Me: ‘Where was he born?”
Me: “No. Guess again.”
Abby: “Um.... Highland, Utah?”
Me: “Bzzzzz. No.”
Abby: (Thinks very hard.) “Disneyland.”
Me: “I'm afraid you’re going, my dear.”
(Hey, if I have to go, so does she. At least she gets crackers.)