You can’t write this stuff.

Actually, I say that a lot.  I am regularly amazed at the things that happen in a house filled with kids… both my own, and my friends’ stories. 

Tonight the girls turned their nose up at our dinner.  Which – amazingly I had taken a photo of on the iPod to show a friend.  So I can now share it with you to PROVE it was a perfectly fine meal.

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But, they were not interested, and the deal is they have to find some sort of leftover in the fridge and serve themselves.

Marie found some blueberry yogurt I had made on Tuesday.  It was in a small Rubbermaid container.  (You know this story isn’t going to end well, right…)

Oh well – I’ll just show the pictures.

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She was going to give half of it to Tabitha and it slipped, hit the floor, and, well, this all happened behind my back, but you should have seen John’s eyes when he looked over to see what the noise was and then he looked UP.  He said later he thought I was going to flip out.  Nah.  At least it was purple and matches the walls.  And I’d already taken my stockings off.  Winking smile

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