At least one!

You want to know irony?  I posted yesterday about going grey... and low and behold, I look into the miror while brushing my teeth and what is sticking straight up from my head.  One really white hair. Not even kidding... I'm blaming Madi.  One little question and she is making me go grey.  Urg.  Don't worry, I pulled it out, but my guess is that grey hairs are like roaches.  If you see one...

Any grey yet?

So Madi asked the question today, "Mom, what does it feel like to wear a bra?"

Man, I'm getting old...

Emergency!

Jack is at the age right now where I feel like he is wanting to fast forward through growing up.  He wants to do everything, and do it himself.  So, this is a blurb from our Saturday afternoon.

Scott and I are doing something in the kitchen.  Jack comes running down the hallway,  "Emergency!  Emergency!"  He is waving his arms and his eyebrows are way up on his little forehead.

We run after him to the bathroom.  (Now everyone knows this cannot be good)  We round the corner to find the whole bathroom floor covered in water.  Where is it spilling out of?  The toilet of course.  I'm pretty sure there was a whole roll of toilet paper bobbing at the top.  I asked Jack "what happened here?"  His response,  "it wouldn't flush."

Thanks to a wonderful husband that offered to clean it up, I can laugh at the situation.  Got to love my little buddy.