Wild Children

After I picked up the girls from daycare today, we headed to Chick-fil-a to pick up dinner. I was apparently a little slow to go at the stop light we were sitting at, so someone honked. Jenny asked what that sound was, and I said, "Just someone rude honking at me." I didn't really care, but Jenny turned and yelled, "What's wrong with you? Can't you see she's just a mom trying to take care of two wild children?"

Another funny one from last night. We went to Olive Garden to celebrate the first day at their new daycare (since Jenny was a little sad about it). At one point, Reagan had to go to the bathroom, so I took her (Jenny had of course already been on her own twice at that point). On the way back to her table, she made me feel really good by saying, "Her comes our fat selves." Maybe she was just talking about her.

And finally, one last little treat. Jenny's planner has a section where you are supposed to list all the words you can make out of a particular word. This week's word: sandwich.

Jenny's responses:
wich
and
sand (with the s written backwards)
ich
dwich
an

And that made me think of the real last thing I have to say tonight. This weekend the girls made Lee and I several "presents" that we didn't want. And then they decided they would be our presents, so they put Christmas gift tags across their mouths and came to present themselves. Reagan's tag said To Katie From Reagan, so it was fine.

Jenny's tag: To Jee From Lenny. Because she has so much trouble with writing her J's and L's backwards! It's so annoying! But it was funny - Lee saved it.