We have a little plastic chipmunk like this one that came from my mom's house. My kids took it as a memento when my dad moved. It lives in our front flower garden. It's kind of tacky, but whatever. I found out recently that Ryan has been telling Grace FOR YEARS that this chipmunk comes to life every night and does stuff. He's even gone so far as to sneakily go out when she's asleep and move it around, slightly, to different locations. She's gone out, and whoa, it's moved! I also found out that one night Ryan and Grace were outside and he noticed that it was getting dark. He timed it just right and said "lumos" at the exact moment the street lamps were going to come on. I heard her telling Jill that he has magic powers. She really believes it. Is she going to need therapy someday? Or do all brothers mess with us this way? Sigh.
The Brain: Are you pondering what I'm pondering? Pinky: I think so Brain, but burlap chafes me so.
Quote of the Day
"Faith in something greater than ourselves enables us to do what we have said we'll do, to press forward when we are tired or hurt or afraid, to keep going when the challenge seems overwhelming and the course is entirely uncertain." -Gordon B. Hinckley
Word of the Day
fillip \FIL-uhp\ , noun: 1. A snap of the finger forced suddenly from the thumb; a smart blow.
flummox \FLUM-uhks\, transitive verb: To confuse; to perplex.