Anyone want to go out and play.
Remember when you were a kid and you could get away with saying you wanted to play and you needed toys. I miss those days. Not really but I miss being excited over every little things.
I went to pick up the princess last week. I walked into daycare and couldn’t find her. Then I heard her –
Rachel – Rachel – I made poopy in my diaper.
She was so excited that she pooped she needed to share it with everyone (well the fact that she did it, not the actual poop)
My parents were away last week. My mom forgot to change the clocks before she left. So my brother decided to go to the house with the wife and kids and do it. And not tell them. So they did. Then he had my nephews lick spoons and put them in the silverware drawer. One spoon each. Lick and put back. Why would you say to yourelf, let’s go to Long Island, change all the clocks at the parents house and lick some spoons. Who thinks like that. My brother.
What’s great – NE was laughing so hard he was almost on the floor and LN just kept looking at himself in the mirror. He gets that from his other aunt (sister).
My family is weird.