Sunday, January 30, 2011

My children...

i'm sitting at the kitchen table

Brett gets home from his meeting after church.

i continue to sit at the table

Brett rifles through mom's Primary treat basket.

I listen to the rustling of plastic wrappers in his hands and watch him out of the corner of my eye when he says,

"I'm going to eat one of your babies..."

i pause...

He chuckles and i remember that i saw some Baby Ruth's in the mix.

isn't he witty?