We ARE hillbillies!
My dear husband wants me to assure the internet (and my mother, who may or may not be reading this post) that the bathroom-with-the-bugs-swimming-in-the-toilet is in the basement, and that we don’t use it or enter the room on a regular basis. That should do it for a disclaimer, I guess.
On another note, here are some things recently seen and heard around here:
“Mama, I wanna go play in the ‘fwinkaler.’”
Playing along, I say,”You want to go play in the ‘fwinkaler?’”
Annoyed that I’m not understanding her correctly, she replies, “NO, the ‘fwinkaler!’”
Not wanting to damage her psyche, “Oh, the sprinkler…okay.”
She replies, “Right, the ‘fwinkaler’.” So cute.
Small Bean rapt with wonder and amazement at the sight of the swingset in the back yard.
Small Bean taking her snaps at supper and destroying them in an effort to get the little beans out of the inside. They are apparently the best part, according to Grace Anne.
Pea Pod and Small Bean sleeping until 9:20 this morning. Miracles do happen! (Yes, they were up late, late last night!) And yes, Pea Pod had been up before that, but amazingly went back to sleep after eating.
