True for me. What did we do before Google. (OH, right….dictionaries….)
Me: Hey Kelly, can you come to Findley Lake with me and watch me open water swim? You just have to make sure I don’t drown or that any boats hit me. Here’s my camera, maybe take some photos.
Me, looking through camera later: Pictures of me. I should’ve said pictures of me.
If you give a kid a camera…you’re going to get a lot of this:
I’ve seriously thought this…more than a few times:
Dan to me: Here’s a question: What do you think we pick up the most of….
Me: (interrupting) Water bottles!
Me: (interrupting again) Hair bands!
Me: (interrupting again) Dirty laundry! Wet Towels!
Dan: No…listen: pet hair, cat vomit/hairballs, or dead rodents (gifts from the cats)?
Me: Hmm….tough call. But, let’s be honest, you don’t pick up any of the cat vomit or hairballs…you just pretend you don’t see it until I clean it up.
Dan: Yeah, but I pick up ALL the dead animals.
Me: It’s like living with serial killers with colitis and chronic hair loss.