On our way to church, never without a commotion of course. Chloe (4) No, Zion! Stop it, Guy. STOP IT, GUY. NOW!! Me: Chloe, my word. What is your problem?! Stop yelling. Chloe: HE IS PICKING HIS NOSE!! Zion, dont put that on me. I am dressed for church!! Paul: Zion, stop that. Zion (22 mos). Tee hee hee Everyone in the car: Knock it off, Zion. Thats gross. Sani: Mom can I invite my friends at church to our taco bar after church next Sunday? Me: Sure. *BLOOD CURDLING SCREAM* Chloe: Zion, give me back my SHOE!! (Zion smiling, holding her little white high heeled pump up best his left ear, out of Chloes reach - both are in car seats). Zion: (laughs and grins - refuses to return it) Sani: Mom, can I invite my friends over after church next week? Me: Sani - I already said yes. Chloe: I DIDNT GET ANY BRUCK-FUST AT HOME!! Me: You had a cookie just now. Chloe: ZION DO NOT PUT YOUR RAISINS ON ME!! Paul: We had cookies on the way to church; you had one, Chloe. Sani: SUGAR!! Chloe: Look!!! We are in the church neighborhood!!! Paul: Squirrel! Julia and me (get us out of this chaos-mobile before someone barfs).
Posted on: Sun, 27 Jul 2014 14:34:07 +0000