The date

Brettsy was going on a date.

Brett is the kind who likes to keep anything and everything to himself.

When I ask him questions about life he always tells me that he'll just say no to anything I ask.

So naturally, when this occurred, the siblings interrogated him, especially since it was not he who had done the asking.

After we had pulled at him for a substantial amount of time we gleaned this:

Brett was going on a date.

Brett was going on a double date.

The other couple were two of his friends, Tory and the trusty tall-child Sterling.

Brett was attending this date with one, Heather.


Danae: "So do you know her, or is this like a blind date?"

Brett: "Of course I know her, one night I spent four hours on a corner with her!"

......

Silence.....

Danae: "You did what?...."


Brett, realizing his blunder, mumbles and walks away.

Do you See What I See?

During our stay in San Francisco last fall break,

the hotel in which we made our stay offered a continental breakfast every morning.

The parents we always ready first, then the girls
and an hour later, after the doors were closed, the boys trickled in, sneaking in through a separate door.

Everyone, it seemed, had trouble with the toaster. Four slots and two didn't pop up, resulting in badly burned bread.  As we, and other hotel patrons, struggled to help the other get the bread out, a man clad in suit and tie, wearing black-frame glasses, walked over, picked up a knife and wedged the bread out, saying they should replace the appliance, with a genial smile.

We ate our breakfast and continued to prepare for the activities of the day. Later, as we all piled in the car, dad asked if any of us had noticed a large picture in the hotel lobby. We all suggested pictures, since, there had been a few, but dad dismissed them all, as none of them had been the one he was referring to. The one he was talking about was displayed near the front desk on an easel. We all began to guess what the picture was of, guessing people and things when Brett said, in all seriousness,


"Was it.... Jesus?"



No. Turns out the man who had helped us with the toaster earlier had been the man in the picture, the owner of the hotel.

Not quite.

I like kids but, I can never finish a whole one.

After returning from babysitting the little ones while their mothers attended Relief Society, my brothers related to me the hardships they experienced. So many small children who want to be twirled through the air.




Brett said: "Man, those kids are a mouthful..."


Me: "You mean a handful."




Brett: "....What?"