It is always interesting to see the minds of boys work. Innocently, I asked my 8 and 6 year olds to help me make my bed. They decide to see who can put my pillows on the fastest. I am not sure if the purpose of making my bed was accomplished, but it was fun to watch!

Last night, Bryson, 6,  came in to inform us the dog was whining. Len asked why his ears were so red. Without any hesitation, he said, “Because my pillow is red.” Of course!

Riley, the youngest, 4 going on 40, informed me his bottom teeth were ready to come out. It must be agonizing to watch his older siblings lose teeth, get big, and such as he anxiously awaits reaching the allusive "big" kid title. Well, as serious as a doctor explaining the reason for high cholesterol, Riley explained the crack between his teeth was an indication that his teeth were ready to be pulled out. "Mom, get the string, tie it up and just pull on them like this. Okay." Trying not to laugh, I explained gently that the crack between his teeth was the space between one tooth and the other, and God will decide when his teeth are ready to come out and the "big" teeth appear. Oh, there is that word again!