Turns Out He's the Maid Today
For a week I gently reminded the kids: wash your dishes or load them, but do not dump them in the sink for "the maid" to deal with. K did it anyway. So, K became the maid for the day.
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I Don't Like Other People's Kids
Breakfast, mandarin, math, literature, Easy Peasy, lunch, meetings, swimming, dinner, a show and bedtime. What a day.
Dad, were dinosaurs alive 65 million years ago?
If Adam was created a grown man, did he have a belly button? Did the first trees, made full-grown, still have rings? A backseat question about dinosaurs opens an old puzzle: what is the difference between something truly ancient and something created to look that way?
Toy Story 5: Online Bullying and Inept Parenting
Toy Story five is a one hundred two minute movie packed with thirty minutes of content, horrific parenting and no moral to the story.
Vicksburg is Dead to Me
I offered them any weekend adventure; no limits. They countered with fast food and bowling, then vetoed the beach in favor of the glorified sand pile by the lake. Meanwhile, my road trip strategy of keeping everyone mildly dehydrated assumes the gas station bathrooms work. New rule: avoid Vicksburg.
Are These Your Children or Your Grandchildren?
I dared to sprinkle a tiny bit of pepper on the eggs, drawing complaints from three kids. In the afternoon I took the crew to the Beach Club, where the front desk lady asked if they were my kids or my grandkids. Thanks, lady. You're no spring chicken yourself!
Flock & Freedom
If you have nothing to hide, why not write your letters on postcards? If you're not committing crimes, why do you care about Flock cameras reading your license plate as you come and go? When did you become complacent about your freedom?
Some of My Faves, If I'm Allowed to Say That
The VBS coordinator called my kids some of her faves. My first thought was that she had us confused with another family. Then they came home and ran the house: dinner plated, dishes done, groceries chosen. Maybe she's onto something.
Thirteen Seconds To Go
Mr. J. Wood doesn't know it yet, but his four-year record has about thirteen seconds left. Whoever he is. After that: my daughter's severe affliction with hypocrisy, three hours of BBQ with my pastor, and a drive to Alabama and back.
For a Successful Road Trip, Keep Your Kids Mildly Dehydrated
Strategic dehydration, a wife carrying the week with a smile, a 9th-place run dodging two broken ankles, a bedtime chat over who can be an Elder, and a boy racing back outside to dance in the rain -- oh my.
