(Isn't it great that I can't keep my eyes open during the flash!)
Yesterday in church I leaned over and whispered in Jake's ear, "Everett's breath smells like the fish hatchery."
Of course Jake doesn't know what the fish hatchery smells like.... but he could only imagine.
Everett and I play most of the day and he often ends up sitting on my chest while I lay on the floor. He looks down at me and we "talk" (this happens because I'm way too lazy to actually sit up).
Last night we were playing just like this. Jake had just walked out the door to go do some home teaching when Everett leaned forward and splashed fish hatchery all over my forehead.
I might not be so forgiving if my life wasn't so awesome.....
