
I pick up the majority of my groceries at the Aldi. You either bring your own bags or you snag empty boxes throughout the store and you bag your own groceries. There are usually a few stray boxes at the bagging counter and Wyatt considers it a score when there are boxes big enough to play in. He was growling "MERRR" at me when I snapped this picture. (In my house "MERRR" is an expression of extreme displeasure. You can often hear me saying "Don't you 'MERRR' me, young man!"

Jack likes "skits" - skittles
Jack looked at me the other night and said "I want you to make me a Triple B Sandwich, OK?" I stared at him blankly. "You know," he said "A bread, butter and bacon sandwich." Of course! How could I have forgotten about Triple B Sandwiches?
We celebrated John's birthday a few weeks ago. For dessert we went to Applebee's. There are TVs all over the place and different sporting events on each TV. Wy was obsessed with the TV with the 2 guys hitting each other. John and I explained that the fellas were boxing and that they rules and can only hit each other while they are in the ring. As we were leaving Wyatt said "I want to go some place where I can put on blue gloves, take off my shirt and punch other kids. Yeah!" When we told him this wasn't going to work out he asked "Can we go some place where Daddy can put on blue gloves, take off his shirt and punch a A-dult?"
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