Overheard in the Back of the Van

My sister picked up Isabelle (5) for a playdate
with her cousin Sariah (7).

The conversation in the back of the van on the way home went something like this...

Isabelle:   .....well, I have something even sadder than that.   I had a Great Grandpa die...in real life.  In real life, he just died.  And my mom said when you are in heaven you can't come back to Earth."

Sariah:  "I know...only the bad guys stay on Earth."

Isabelle:  "Well, someday I will be stuck in heaven and I will see Great Grandpa, and I will totally freak my head off!"

Hmmm.  I am pretty sure I have a couple of doctrinal issues to discuss with her regarding our beliefs about life after death.  But seriously it is so funny the way they think!

Why Buy Toys?

Our house is a literal Toyland.  We have heaps and heaps of toys.  We have baskets full of toys, shovels of toys, boxes of toys, shelves of toys, closets full of toys,  dump trucks full of toys, even a dedicated toy room.  Sadly my children have more toys than they should.  And yet with all of these toys they lose interest quickly.  Give them an empty box though, and they can be entertained for hours.

I didn't realize the cat was in the box with Liam

until I saw him in the picture.

Who knew boxes made great cat toys as well?

Isabelle's first box was "stinky box".

Someone had thrown a diaper in there - whoops.

I am not going to name names, because I am afraid my name might be dropped in somehow.

I would never throw a diaper where it isn't supposed to go, never ever.

Liam thought this game was much funner than Isabelle did.

Now that looks comfortable.

Please note the complete lack of fancy furniture in my

 "formal" living room.

We make up for that with stinky cardboard boxes, pretty classy eh?

After a unanimous vote stinky box was exiled faster than the next middle eastern dictator.

We brought in this much better

 (you know it's better because it's bigger) box.

This box had a gang of two stop by and graffiti

on it when I wasn't looking.

There goes the neighborhood!

There's a Sucker Born Every Minute

They say there's a sucker born every minute, but if you ask anyone they will claim that other people must be those suckers.  Certainly you would never consider yourself a sucker.  That's how I felt up until about 8:30 last night.  I went to a neighborhood book club were we discussed the book "The Princess Bride".

You may want to skim down to my last post and read it before you finish this one.

Clearly after reading the book I had some pretty harsh feelings for William Goldman.  It turns out, I found out at book club that there was no S. Morgenstern, no country of Florin (I think), and it was not adapted from an "original" book written along time ago.  There was no boy who struggled in school until his father read him this book.  There was no fat little boy who cried all of the time.  Goldman did end up divorcing his wife, so maybe the part about the loveless marriage was true.

  What I thought was just an enjoyable story turns out to be one of the greatest hoaxes of my lifetime (so far).  I fell for this alter world hook, line, and sinker without even questioning any of it.  I now need to re-read this book with my new hindsight,it will add that much more humor to the story!  Almost 24 hours later my mind is still blown, and I am still laughing.

Well Mr. Goldman, you got me.  You got me good.  I am officially a sucker.  My hat goes off to you!