Today after my morning walk to Giant I came home to find an ant invasion. In my hurry to launch a counter attack I tossed my bags on the floor and grabbed the Windex- we don’t have any Raid. When I was finished removing the ants this was what I found: 1..2..3..4..5.. hey, where’s number 6? As I examined the scene of the crime I determined the perpetrator to be less that 3 feet tall and most likely someone who liked apples. I turned to interview witnesses at the scene and found this:
“I did it.” He said. “And I’d do it again.”
Well, I guess Daddy will only have 5 apples to eat.
Later this evening Jack finally said Ma-Ma! A minute later Matt walked into the room and said “Where’s Ma-Ma?” and Jack quickly pointed to me. Yay! A clear demonstration that I am not Da-Da II. Ah, victory, how sweet you taste.