It started with my husband Jason after he brought me the shirt we bought him for Father's Day.
Mom- "so, it didn't fit?"
Dad-"no, the sleeves were too short"
Mom-"would a bigger size work?"
Dad- "I don't think so. And can I just comment on the kind of shirts you buy me?"
Mom- "you don't like what I pick out?"
Dad- "I'm not really into plaid."
Now, this exchange probably isn't funny to you and you're probably wondering why I posted it. I really don't know, I just thought it was so sweet the way my husband told me he didn't like my clothing finds. He kind of had a sheepish look on his face too. And later, at dinner, he told me to stop putting cheese on his hamburger. We've been married 10 years people!
The next moment happened during the dinner blessing. Our 4 year old was the #1 prayer, and he thanked God for the food, his Dad and the chickens. I see where I fall in the lineup. Then he quickly asked God to please let him be able to put a leash on his favorite chicken Clucky. I can't wait to see that.
After dinner, we were playing in the floor when the 4 year old asked me, "Why are your legs so fat?" What am I going to do with these guys?
