Deep Thoughts by Madi

Sundays are long days for us. The kids get restless, so Dad gets frustrated, so Mom makes everyone go for a walk to burn off their energy. So with the standard drama of trying to find shoes, not taking toys, and double checking the potty stop, we are out the door.

It's a pretty warm evening so I am carrying Jack, while Jenny herds the girls. About 1/3 of the way through the walk I notice that my boy, my only man child has chucked on my shoulder. Of course, it's a black shirt and white spit-up. So, I announce to the entire neighborhood, "Ahhh, Jack just barfed on my shirt."

Jenny, Hannah, and Allie couldn't care less. However, Madison is there to support me in my time of need. She looks up at me and provides her own words of wisdom. "Man Dad, that stinks! It sure would have been nice if Jack had spit-up in the bushes."

"Yes Madison, that would have been nice."

A Quick Clarification

So, I think something is seriously wrong with my girls. Maybe I am to blame. Here's the story:

Once again, picture Jenny driving the girls home at the end of a pretty long day. Jenny is reviewing the expectations for getting ready for bed once we get home. It's a fairly simple list:

1. Go straight to your room and put your jammies on.
2. All clothes are dirty and need to be put in the hamper.
3. Brush your teeth and go potty.
4. No fighting.

Once Jenny declared rule number 4, she added, "This means no fighting, no yelling and screaming, no touching each other...etc."

Then Madison pipes up from the back seat, "I guess that means no wedgie wars too?!?"

Why are my kids obsessed with cramming their sister's undies up their tushies? It's totally Jenny's fault!!!