My husband is a saint. There is no disputing this fact. And when I complain about him leaving the toilet seat up, I need to remember that despite that shortcoming, he is, indeed, a saint.
He is camping out in the backyard with all four kids tonight. I briefly considered sending the dog out to sleep with them as well, because, well, I'm NOT a saint, and also just because the thought made me giggle.

I'm hoping that they all get some sleep tonight.

We'll see. Our three year old was being a bit squirrelly. (Have I mentioned that Dave is a saint?)

As I was walking back in to the house, I eavesdropped on some of the deep conversation they were having. The highlight?
Caroline: There are really only 3 things you need in life: food, water and TOOTHPASTE. (Her dentist grandpa will be so proud!)
My husband: Hmmm...interesting theory. What about love?
Caroline: Yeah, that too.
1 comment:
awwwww :) How fun!
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