Fruit Inspection

One warm, sunny afternoon last week I joined the kids who were playing in the soft grass outside Papa’s front door. We were all laying on our backs when someone got the idea that a tickle torture was in order. It wasn’t long before everybody had ganged up on Mama!

Pretty soon I had gathered them both up in my arms and pretended to body slam them on the ground beneath us. Then I yelled, “DOG PILE!”

Emery immediately jumped up in a panic, looked around and asked, “Where?”
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Savannah and I were shopping for a few things we needed for our vacation. If a store we went in had clothes, I would go and look for a khaki skirt. I lost the most awesomest khaki skirt in the fire. I loved, loved, loved it! Would wear it all summer with everything from T-shirts to tank tops. I could dress it up or dress it down. Man, I loved that skirt!!!

So each time we detoured toward the clothing, I would tell Savannah, “Let’s just look real quick and see if they have a cute khaki skirt.”

At the last store we went in, she said, “Mom, do we haaaaaave to look here for another tacky skirt too?”
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At Eden’s wedding Saturday, the pastor said, “We are gathered here today to join this couple in holy matrimony…”

Savannah leans over to me and whispers, “Holy Macaroni? What in the world is THAT???”
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The first night Jeremy was in the hospital I was trying to decide whether or not to stay in the room with him. I was telling Emery that he was going to stay overnight with Nanny. “Why Mommy?”

“Well, I’m thinking about staying here with Daddy tonight.”

“Where will you sleep?”

“I will sleep in the bed with Daddy. Just like I do at home.”

“NO! You can’t do that! You might hit on Daddy!!!”

“Don’t worry, son. I won’t be hitting on your Daddy tonight!”