He also makes me crazy, by the way. Sometimes he does these things simultaneously and it makes my head spin. Within heartbeats I want to ring his neck and smother him with kisses. Kids. Perfect example: this morning I realized that we are responsible for baseball snacks tomorrow evening. Yes, lets get twelve 7 year old boys together to play baseball in the heat and mosquitoes. Let's do this right at dinnertime so that most of them have not had anything to eat in a few hours and then let's give them SUGAR as a reward for making it 7 innings! Woot! We. Are. Smart. So, anyway, snacks! I figured I had better hit the grocery store this morning on our way to Day Camp. The snacks, people, are very important. Nobody wants to be that kid that brings carrots and juice boxes. These are 7 year olds! The Big Leagues. Gatorade! Candy Bars! Last night the
Oye! Raising a kid is one roller coaster ride of emotions! Thank You, God.