I tried to hide behind Grady at the bus stop this morning. It didn't work. He's very small. And he moves around too much. It was pajama day at Lil's school. All the kids at the bus stop had on their pajamas. Grady told the other parents that his mommy and daddy don't wear pajamas. Not that this was news to anyone. How the hell else would you produce three babies in three and a half years? I told you A's work better. Someone buy these people some freakin' pajamas! Apparently there's a new tax break coming for those who promise to wear pajamas to bed. I can't believe we never thought of it ourselves. Control your births. Wear pajamas.
Lillian and Dempsey have the stinkiest feet in the family. When Dempsey kicks off his shoes in the van, I smell it before I hear the shoes hit the floor and I hide when it's time for Lillian to get her socks and shoes on. Which is why, earlier this week, Lil set off to the bus stop with Grady's socks that read, boys rule. We had a sock swap at the street corner. She didn't get why I made her switch that day. Or why today, I was so excited that she was wearing pajamas. I will make sure she gets that tax break well into her 30's.
Oh Sandy. You wet, wild, make us tremble, kind of woman. Stop letting those Target employees have so much fun at work. They already have a J.O.B. don't let them have fun too. And put on some PJ's please. Mitt will thank you. As for me? I'm in hiding.
|He's definitely hiding something.|
|Hide from swords. Especially wooden ones.|
|Hide all pool noodles at summer's end. One word. Destruction.|
|Hide when the karate show begins.|