My DH is mad at me. He was flipping through channel and All Dogs Go to Heaven appeared on the TV. I told DD, who was sitting on my lap at the kitchen table, "Look at the dogs!" Ava looked over and started watching the TV. Steve started flipping the channels again (after all, the pre-game shows have started), and DH cries out, "I want the dogs! I want the dogs!" So, DH turns back to the cartoon, and DD hightails it to the living room and tosses herself on the sofa. I started perusing the internet.

Well, as happens with TV shows, it was time for a commercial. Steve decided to flip channels to catch a glimpse of a football game. DD, not realizing that he wasn't planning to stay on the football channel, cries out in distress. So I bring her upstairs and tuck her in to our bed with her Maxie (my DH's dog from his childhood), Buddy (the puppy she has had since birth) and Jraf (the giraffe).

During this, B, our oldest, was supposed to be getting ready to take a shower. So, I get DD comfortable (hoping that she would fall asleep...it's near naptime), and start the shower.

My, but I do use the word "so" a lot.

I went back to check on DD, and B hollers out, "I threw up!!! Mom, I threw up!" I rush back to the bathroom, and see B bent over with his mouth open. He was letting the water from the shower head roll over the sides of his head and fall over his mouth, making it look like something was flowing out. "I'm just kidding!" he giggled, straightening up. Not quite 7 yet, and he's already playing pranks on his mom.

So, I did the mom thing and told him to wash his hair.

The joys of children....how many more years until I can pack them off for college?