Funny Story

So, today I take Chase out for some last minute Christmas shopping. Well, ok, not EXACTLY last minute - I will do THAT shopping Tuesday or Wednesday. Anyway, we are out, and we see a pair of sunglasses we should grab for Daddy's present. On the way to the car, I coach Christmas Present Protocol: "What do you say if Daddy asks what we bought?" "I'm not telling. It's a secret." Ok. Upon our arrival at home, I mention to Shawn that we bought his gift. Chase pipes up, "Yeah. We got you sunglasses, but we won't tell, because it's a secret." I guess we're not at the I-won't-be-sharing-the-details-of-your-Christmas-present phase of development.

Birthday Cooties

Why would a 32 year-old spend her birthday eating pizza and cake, and playing Cootie? When her party planner is a four year-old. The other day, when I mentioned my upcoming birthday, Chase announced, "I have never been to YOUR birthday party!" So today he planned my "party." Pizza, a birthday cake complete with my name on it in wonderful Wal-Mart sugar-disgusting frosting (an EXCELLENT gift from my friends Laurel, Christie, and Jamie), and a rousing game of Cootie. The version we have was my father's - manufactured in 1949. My kids had never played with this set, and it was fun to think of my dad rolling the same dice with four year-old hands. I bet he never imagined that someday his grandkids would play with one of his beloved games. I am guessing he cheated too! Happy birthday to me!