don't matter if you're black or white

Today in the car, Jake asked if we are black or white. I asked him what he thought and he said both.

Wyatt said, “We’re flesh... mom, how do you make flesh?”

ugh, not again!

After a laborious trip to the grocery store with all 3 boys, I was packing the car with all of the grocery bags. Two men in a white truck pull into the spot facing me and they are pointing and laughing at something just to the left of the side of the car.

One of them gets out and says to me, “That is AWESOME!” I look over to the side of the car, and Wyatt has gotten out and is using the old fire hose to uh, water the parking space.

So, let’s add that to another thing I’m going to do to embarrass my kids when they’re older (and I’m even older).