We enjoyed an Easter visit with Aunt Deb, Uncle Jeff, Grammy and Grandpa and Deb’s parents in Pennsylvania after a week in Chicago for Spring Break.
The Easter Bunny was very generous this year. Sarah was trying to sell her treats from the Easter Bunny for cash to add to her “money collection.”
At Deb’s church, Emily asked the pastor, “is the Easter Bunny is a real bunny or somebody dressed up?” Emily answered Sarah’s questions about Jesus herself, stating, “he was a good person because he helped people by stopping thunderstorms so they could go out.”
One night at dinner, Emily said (to no one in particular), “You don’t have the sense you were born with.”
Earlier this month, I had a craving for Kentucky Fried Chicken (KFC) and let the girls choose the side dishes. They picked corn on the cob. Tim brought home our meal, but the biscuits and corn were missing. When Emily realized this, she began sobbing uncontrollably. We encouraged her to call KFC and complain. The next evening, she and Tim picked up several ears of corn and a box of biscuits--for free--and hopefully some assertiveness training.
A few weeks ago, the girls and I waged a battle with head lice and stayed home for a day. Emily decided we should decorate our dogwood for Easter. A photograph is attached.
The other night--oh, never mind.
On the way home from Pennsylvania on Sunday night, Sarah and Emily were playing a spelling game in the car. Emily said to Sarah, “spell ‘Whorehouse’”. That got my attention. Then Tim mentioned we’d just passed a red neon sign for “Mattress Warehouse.”