Yesterday, I went into the boys' bathroom right before dinner to spray it down for cleaning. I put some blue toilet cleaner in the toilet and decided to let it sit while we ate. We all sat down and prayed for our food. Then, I noticed Sleepy was dancing around in his seat as usual. I told him to go to the bathroom, but forgot to tell him to use a different bathroom. A minute later, we heard, "Mom! Blue and yellow make green!" Both Happy and Grumpy jumped up from the table to see, but their father told them to sit back down. What can I say? Our son is learning his colors.
Doc and I have actually been tweeking with the idea of going on a date. I know. Totally weird. Not the idea of doing something romantic. It's the idea that we actually might have the guts to dump our offspring on some unsuspecting person. This has always been a hard decision for us to make. I mean, we do watch the news and let's face it, we're paranoid. That's probably why we haven't been on a real date that didn't include scarfing down our food as fast as we can and running back home to see if it's still standing and no one is bleeding. Just the other day, I asked Doc, "So, are we going out for Chinese tonight?" I was crossing my fingers mentally, chewing on my lip. I so wanted to be irresponsible. We haven't been on a date in forever and I was craving Chinese like crazy. I suggested that our 13-year-old son get a chance to hold down the fort for a couple hours. I even turned on my sexy voice and said, "We'll have our cell phone with ...