A few days ago as I was cooking, I reached for my salt shaker, and found that it was missing. Where would a salt shaker be, you ask? After searching every nook and crannie of my kitchen, I gave up. Later, I found it on the back of the toilet. Yes, the toilet.
I asked Jake why the salt shaker was in the bathroom.
"My chips weren't salty enough, and I had to use the bathroom!!!"
I don't even want to know the logistics of how the salting of the chips and the using of the bathroom worked out, nor will I ask. Needless to say, the saltshaker is in the trash, and my new saltshaker rests in hiding in my pantry... :)
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Love your blog!! You did a great job and the pix are sooo cute.
Bye for now.
Your partner in crime from he___!
I wouldn't be surprised at anything he says or does....anyone who can come up with "Does God work in a button factory?" will keep you on your toes!! --B
Ah yes, deja vu, having raised 2 boys myself, it's like travelling back in time to a dark, dark place. Pretty soon they'll be wanting to paint their room black and arguing over who's wearing whose socks. However, the birth of my sons was definitely the highlight of my life ... well, up until the 7th game of the 2002 World Series. Good luck, and keep the Bible close.
I swear to GOD Jake is gonna grow up to be a writer for the Tonight Show!!!
Keep 'em coming...
GB
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