The birthday greetings go to my much older brother. He turns 35 today! Yikes! That means I am only eight years from it.
Fine! Two and half. Happy?
I also want to wish everyone a happy election day. It has been a long time coming and I want this day to be over with. I want some closure. I want to know what our country is in for over the next four years. And I want to stop seeing political commercials and debates every time I turn the TV on. Enough already!
Last night on the way home from a fun filled trip to the store as a family (remind me to do that again soon and please read with as much sarcasm as you can muster) Taylor was having a smart mouth. I told him if he didn't be quiet he was going to get hot sauce when we got home.
**disclaimer-- No I don't shovel hot sauce in my kids mouths every time they are sassy. Taylor has only gotten it twice in his whole life and Emily once. But it works because when I tell them they are going to get it they close the mouth.**
It was red ribbon week last week so they were learning a lot about drugs.
Taylor says, "I don't even know why you would give me that, mom. Hot sauce is a drug."
I am a little confused about what he is saying. "What do you mean" says I.
"It's called TOBACCO, moooom."
Oh yeah. We got a big kick out of that one. Try explaining to a tired eight year old that it is called Tabasco not tobacco.