Tonight we took the kids to dinner at Johnny Rockets. We all ordered milkshakes and ate dinner. Towards the end of our meal, the waitress came over and asked if we wanted dessert. Daddy and I both said no. When she left, John said “Well I would like dessert.” We just stared at him. He said “Maybe some ice cream. Just some ice cream.” Daddy and I were flabbergasted. Daddy said “You have ice cream.” John looked around and said “Where?” Daddy said “In your milkshake. What did you think was in your milkshake?” John didn’t hesitate and said “Milk and shake!”
In the car on our way home, a fly flew in my face. I hit it out of my eyes and laughed at myself. (I must have looked like a crazy person!) Gillian couldn’t see what was going on from her seat, and she asked “What’s the matter Mommy?” I said “A fly tried to fly in my eye!” She said “Maybe he thought you were juicy!”
John and Gill went up a hill 