bumps

When Lucas sits on the toilet to do his thing he tends to talk a lot. Actually, he talks a lot all day long. This morning while in the bathroom he yells to me in a suddenly irritated voice "Mom, why did you want bumps on my finger?" Through some dialogue I realize he is talking about the two warts on his finger. "Why do you think I want you to have bumps on your finger?" I asked.

He then still totally bothered says, "You took me to the doctor to have him put bumps on me.

A year ago I took Lucas to the dermatologist to have the warts frozen off and he is now remembering it in the reverse. So far there is no convincing him otherwise.

Monday night I made a seriously delicious apple pie. My kids will not even try it. Now I find myself eating very good pie for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. The last thing my body needs.

Why did I not think of this? Sunday after church the kids came home and played a game of putting scotch tape over their mouth and not talking. This resulted in playing quietly with muffled giggles. We should have played this game during church. The boys were asked about seven times by me and twice by a man sitting behind them to keep it down during sacrament meeting.

Isaac created a scavenger hunt for me after he finished playing the scotch tape game. I noticed I only took photos of a few clues. The prize at the end of the hunt was a caramel taped to the shower door and 00000's- as in 0X0X0X0 (hugs & kisses).