Hand-delivery. That meant a big question, an important question, one that she didn't want to have put off.
I was a little afraid to open it, I tell you.
This is what I found:
|We're still working on verb tenses...|
If only all my problems were this easy to address.
Now, Wednesday nights are chaotic, so the kids grabbed dinner for themselves before I ran them over to church and then scooted up to the grocery store for a couple of things. Now that we were all back home, I was finally getting myself something to eat, so Hubby was tucking them in.
Middle hesitated before heading upstairs with everyone. "Mommy? Will you...can you answer that by morning?"
"Yes, honey," I reassured her. "I'll answer it tonight. You can read it in the morning."
- Only Middle would demand "evedence."
- I wish my dad was still here, because he would have loved this story.
- I wish I could hear my dad laugh one more time, because he would have let out a good one over the "evedence."
This led to me humming a very silly song from an old episode of M*A*S*H, where Hawkeye sings about wishing there was a way to communicate with his mother up in heaven every day.
And, if you were wondering how I answered Middle's demand for evidence, this right here was a big part of it:
|Kimo doesn't mind this.|
|And Kimo will stay tucked in like this.|
Oh, yes. Kimo has chosen Middle. Of that, I have no doubt.