A cape, a baseball mitt and duct taped soccer cleats. What more does any boy need to go out into this world?
Our Pokemon (really really old Pokemon played with since my teens were tots) game. Roll the ball and knock out the enemy. Someone always wins and its not me, but I think the rules are made up as we go along?
I couldn't be more thrilled to find out recently that Snookie is pregnant too! I mean really-we have so much in common and now this! The same taste in clothes, recreational activities and shoes. I don't think I need to go on. The list would be too long, don't you think? Oh brother.
I love Andrew's notes. I also love that he changed Fritos to grapes. Do you save all your kid-notes? I do-I throw them in a little box. My mom used to keep ours in her cook book. They are still there.
Notes like this I don't save. But I should, because one day I will probably laugh. But now when I get a note from a teenager who drives a car we paid for, and lives in the house we are paying for, and eats the food I cook, and wears the clothes I buy and wash that says, "U OWE ME..." I really want to say, "I'll pay you after you pay your running tab mister. Let's start adding." (That is my WHY up there...it was lunch money plus something for school apparently.)