Mome reads Mommy, My daughter's way to spell it when she was younger... It stuck. My son calls me Mome... just like it looks. I now sign all my notes to them "Love, Mome". It's our inside secret and makes them smile. I always want them to smile.

Monday, February 18, 2013

Really, Kids? Is that the best you can do?

While I was cooking dinner, the kids were upstairs playing Lego.

 I realized that I have potatoes cooking for mashed potatoes and have no milk to mix into them.

 I yell up that I need to run to 7-11 for milk, and will be back in 5 minutes.

 For added measure, I add... "Be Good."

5 minutes later, as I'm getting out  of the car, I can hear the music blaring from inside.

They are rocking out.

I might have been proud of their 5 minutes of defiance...

But they were rocking to Vacation Bible School Songs.

Oy Vey!

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