Wednesday, May 27, 2009

A frog, a Jazz-a-rina & a boy whose father has to bake cookies

Quiet morning & then the big kids came home. On the way to Sadie's ballet practice/2 hourbreak/rehearsal until 9 pm tonight, I dropped the boys off to Aunt Tinks'. As we get down the road fromour house about a quarter of a mile, I peak in the rear view mirror to see Case and there is a big, fat, green tree frog sitting on his shoulder. I have taken the frog away from him so many times today that I can't count.

The ballerina is lovely and is actually a Jazz-a-rina as her class in jazz/ballet combo - -she is at "no parents allowed" rehearsal so i sit in teh library parking lot downloadig away - man they have a high connection here!!

The boy who told me he needed about 20 dozen chocolate chip cookies is home with his unhappy father who is a mechanical engineer/freakin' genious. He doesn't understand how to unroll the premade dough and put it on sheets in the OVEN.

I wonder if anyone else can understand why I find great humor in that - -divine laughter - a gift from God.

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