See the resemblance...

I keep trying to make time to blog and other things...dinner, laundry, and sleep keep getting in the way.  Anyway, I had to share this funny story.

A couple Sundays ago my son came out of his church class with some homemade playdough in the shape of a person. 

So, I asked him, "So, who did you make with your playdough?" 

He responded with, "Why, mom, it's you!" 

"Oh, I didn't see the resemblance."

Then, without missing a beat, he says, "See, mom, I even tried to make boobs."

Then imagine a small eruption of laughter from myself and about 4 other kids who were hearing the conversation at the same time, in a place that should be calm, respectful and reverent. 

Oh, how I love that my son makes me laugh, even when I'm not supposed to.  Hehe.

Thanksgiving...good intentions

So we decided to host Thanksgiving at our house this year.  I know how to make a turkey and so it can't be that difficult, right?  I think the hardest part was making sure the assignments for 18-19 people were going to fuse together properly.  Who was bringing what and how much of it.

Anyway, I had grand visions of a wonderful before and after picture of the turkey.

I did manage to get a good "before" picture.  This beauty was 21.1 pounds.  Could be the biggest one I've cooked, yet.  I was looking forward to the "after" picture with the crispy goldenness, and the oozing out of stuffing, but no...alas, I was too busy making sure all other food groups were represented.

So, instead...here's the "after" picture.

Nap time

I laugh at this picture because my son, SO has a crush on his Aunt Kayla. 

Ok, so just imagine a nicely cooked turkey, and THAT'S what mine looked like!!!

Conversation

This is how a conversation went with my husband and son yesterday:

Dad: Ok, son, let's get ready to go.

Son: Oh, Dad, while we are out can we go to Home Depot?

Dad:  What do you need at Home Depot?

Son:  A small nail.

Dad:  A small nail?

Son:  Yeah, a pretty small nail.

Dad:  What are you going to do with the pretty small nail?

(Wait for it....)

Son:  Well, ya know the screw that goes in my glasses?...yeah, it came out and I was thinking if could find a small nail, then I could use that so my glasses stay together and the lense stops falling out.  (said so matter-of-factly)

Dad: (somewhat holding back bewilderment)  How about this?  How about we swing by the eye doctor and have them fix your glasses for you?

Son:  I guess so.

I have too applaude my son for practicing some problem solving skills.  He did seem like the air was let out when he didn't get to use a pretty small nail, though.