It seems like just a couple of years ago, Trey and I could have long, detailed conversations about anything in the presence of our children because whenever we came to a word too mature for their ears, we could just spell it.
I spelled this one tonight and 1/2 of our offspring immediately knew there was a storm on the horizon. The other clueless half just continued to play with the hamsters.
Trey and Olivia had just...What was that?
Did you just say HAMSTER.S.
But what about the dog you just took in?
what about the other four pets you already have?
what about the rule: nothing else living in your home that poops?
what about the seventeen billion neighborhood kids that come over everyday that you have to feed and practice spelling words and clean up after?
Olivia had a birthday and that girl loves her some furry animals.
Daddy took one look in these eyes and lost all sense of reason.
My gift is not interior design but I'm pretty sure this is not the "pop of color" my friends are talking about.
One of them is already trying to gnaw her way out.
Lord, thank you for hamsters, and dogs, and bearded dragons, and cats, and husbands who love their daughters so much they sometimes forget about the no p.o.o.p. rule.