Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Since There's No Obituary To Write

I noticed this hanging on Livvy & Jesse's wall the other day:

The back side of the chart shed some light:

There are few things I love more than dictating my shopping list to a six-year-old:

Jason & I took Olivia to a movie for her birthday.  She chose "Chipmunks, the Squeakquel" (or however you spell that).  When I got home, LaRee had taken the following phone message for me:

Me:  Hey, hon . . . . whatcha doin' there?
Him:  I want to read my book, but my arms are cold.
Me:  Awwww!  You need a snuggie!
Him:  What the heck is a snuggie?  Can I get back to my book now?
Me:  Sure!  *coughing so he can't hear the camera powering up*

And finally, while you're in the Scout Office, you can leave your kids in the car, and you can leave your camera in the car, but you really should not leave BOTH.


bestgrandkidsever said...

All much more interesting than an obituary!

marlaquin said...

That seems like so much self restraint required in order to get a piece of gum they can steal from your purse?