Mom: "We have to leave, it's Step Club day and you have to be there early, where are Francie's shoes? Where's Lillie's backpack?"
Amelia, from kitchen: "Francie, you can't eat that. Give it here. That's not breakfast food."
Francie cries.
Mom: "What's wrong? And why isn't she looking for her shoes?"
Amelia: "Francie was about to eat Cheetohs. Cheetohs are not breakfast food."
Mom: "Anything that gets her out of the house is breakfast food. She eats breakfast at school anyway. Francie, get your shoes and I'll put some Cheetohs in a baggie for you to take in the car."
Francie runs off.
Amelia, in disgust: "Mom! You shouldn't let her do that."
Fred, looking in refrigerator: "What's that stuff on the top shelf?"
Mom: "Cat food. Don't eat it."
All children gather to examine cat food on top shelf. Fred: "It looks good. Angelo will probably fry it up pretty soon."
Mom: "Ewww. Maybe I should label it."
And thus goeth our mornings.
About Me
- Thurbersmom
- Bedrock, Missouri
- Six kids, bio and adopted. Dogs, cats, birds, rabbits. Husband Fred (as in Flintstone). And me. Why blog? Well, some people are compelled to write things down, and some people aren't. It's like that tree that falls in the forest with no one there to hear it--if you don't write it down, did it really happen?
