Wednesday, November 29, 2006
ONE more Thanksgiving story, and I promise to stop
This has nothing to do with inlaws or cousins or place settings or hair or peeing in a bag. I promise.
This is a short one, but it is a good one.
I dosed the kids up with their Drammamine on the way down, so they were pretty quiet the entire way to our first leg of the trip down. When the Queen started to come down off of her medication, she started talking. And it was a hoot.
The best comment from her on the whole trip:
As she was reading the names of the fast food places and gas stations at all the exits, she exclaims:
"MOMMY! There is a place back there called BeerFood. What kind of place is THAT?"
I nearly needed the bag myself.
I'm a mom of three peeps ... Queen Bee, The Door Man, and the Chandelier Monkey, and wife to Ace, the Helpful Hardware Man. I created this space to get away from the people known as my inlaws, and because life with three kids and a hubby is all Unexplored Territory.
So you tell me ....