This morning I was giving the boys a once-over before I sent them out the door to school. I always check their fingernails, and today Nate’s were dirty. "Go scrub with the nail brush," I told him, "don’tcha know that no girl will be your girlfriend if you have dirty fingernails? In fact, clean hands in general are what we look for in a guy."
"Oh," he said, "I thought it would be clean lips." He puckered up. "I’m gonna put blood all over my lips. I don’t need a girlfriend."
Once they were gone, and the sleeping baby O was dropped off, I started baking. I’m bringing the baked goods to WoolfCamp this weekend, I am. I still have a couple more things to do, but I’m ahead of schedule so I am expecting some sort of major disaster to make up for that.
I will try and post from camp, if I can mooch off someone else’s computer. I haven’t got a laptop. Yet.