I just returned from a business trip to Washington, D.C., so I decided it would be fun to take the kids to the Sonoran Desert Museum. Scott waited at the doorway of the reptile exhibit, because he can't handle snakes. Noah was fascinated with a particular rattlesnake, so I told him to lean towards the glass for a picture. "Closer, Noah. Ok... a little closer. Ok, put your face right up to the glass. Good. Oh! Be careful of that little hole there where the snake can crawl out." He bolted across the room with amazing speed. It was very, very funny.
On the way home from the museum, we decided to stop at Taco Bell for dinner. Hannah had been talking in the van about how she needed to use the restroom, so I assumed it was her that walked in right after me. While I was in my stall, I didn't hear the sound of her pulling a seat cover from the dispenser. Horrified, I said, "You SERIOUSLY don't use the seat covers??? That is SO disgusting!!!" Turns out it wasn't Hannah. Doh!
Last night, Noah told me he had to write 25 sentences in his best penmanship for homework. That seemed like an awful lot for 2nd grade. Curious, I looked over his shoulder while he worked. He had to write the same sentence 25 times. It read, "I will not use the word BALLS inappropriately at school."