This started as a sweet conversation on our way home from preschool and ended, well…
Jack: I wish we could have another baby.
Me: Aww, Jack, that’s awesome that you want another baby in the family.
Jack: Yeah, but I don’t think it’s a good idea to pray for one.
Jack: Well, if I pray for a baby, then the baby would grow in MY belly. So maybe you should pray for one.
Jack: I mean, my belly isn’t big enough to have a baby, but yours is!
After reflecting on his life, the Littlest Ginger announced that he likes his Minecraft world more than his real life. A little offended, I went into great detail all the things he can’t have in Minecraft that he has experienced in the last 24 hours– his soccer game (and two of his siblings’), a sleepover birthday party, playing outside, and the opportunity to attend a college soccer game to name a few… He argued that he can have all those things (and even a sheep) in his Minecraft world and went into his great detail how he is able to produce whatever he wants in his world. #defenselessagain #wecan’twin #wewillmissyouwhenyouaredigitallilginger
Some people like to do math in their underpants on a Friday night.
Paul’s garden is underway and producing more jalapeño peppers than we can keep up with. His new favorite appetizer, introduced to us by a neighbor, is stuff jalapeños wrapped in bacon. As a result, we end up burning our mouths off as we challenge ourselves by eating these peppers. We find having glasses of milk nearby helps soften the after-burn, though it’s certainly not a miracle worker.
Yesterday morning, I tried to put a lid on my coffee mug and ended up spilling the entire two cups all over my legs and feet. I screamed because it was so hot, and the Youngest Ginger ran to get the milk. If I didn’t stop him, he would have dumped the milk on me!
Here is the ginger-lesson-of-the-day: Hot does not equal spicy.
I know this kid doesn’t need “Mountain Goo.”
It’s a sad day for this momma. I can no longer use haphazard logic to talk the gingers out of doing things. As we’re checking out of Meijer, Ginger3 pleads to sit on the automated horse for a penny. I tried convincing him that little babies with poopie diapers sit on the same horse. Ginger3 concluded, “I think you just say these things to make me change my mind.”