My children are back from a sleepover. (THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU to my friend who VOLUNTARILY took all three of my kids. She may never do it again, or have children her-own-self now– but last night and this morning were quiet and wonderful.)
I just cooked lunch for my family with the goal of getting everyone’s belly full and sleepy as I attempt to thwart the dreaded Sleepover Hangover. I was just standing here minding my own bidnass when Aubrey said, “Momma, when will I be old enough to skydive??”
Aubrey: When will I be old enough to SKYDIVE?
Me: When you are old enough to pay your own bills and carry your own health insurance.
Please someone explain to me where THAT came from…