* One child who most likely set a record for numbers of hours spent talking without appearing to ever take a breath.
* One who strongly implied that I'm a back seat driver.
* One who came home from school surly.
* And one who stole my book every single time I set it down.
So when Lyle told them to be ready to go on a campout in half an hour, I thought he was either insane or saintly. Probably a little of both.
I sure like him though. And now I'm off to read a book, a book that I stole back from my book-snatching child. Ahh, it'll be a good night.
This picture has absolutely nothing to do with what I've just written, but I've been picture-less for several posts now, and my blog is looking very blah.
She's a pretty girl, isn't she? Between you and me, she's a book thief.