After the second time of telling the kids to stop playing in the car (I hate the readjustment of the seat, mirrors, wipers on full blast, lights left on....) I said to them in the most sappy sad voice imaginable, "Ohhhh, that's too bad. I only take kids that listen to McDonald's for dinner." Knowing full well that I was never going to be doing that. Koen just shook it off. Daradie wailed. Did I mention how much she cried? Daradie was just in fits and sobs and wailing. Did I say that she shed a wagon full of tears already?
Fifteen minutes had passed. Daradie comes up to me with the infamous red puffy eyes, "Mom I was waiting for you in the car so we could go to McDonald's." Ummm, interesting. Remember that I lied to her in the first place. "Oh, really. And how did you know that we were going without me telling you?" This is going to be good. "Mom, I felt it in my heart. The Holy Ghost told me."
Great. I just lied to my daughter and now I'm getting the spiritual church card pulled on me.
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What a fun story. What do you do in a situation like that? How is the house coming along??? We miss you guys, and Pedro misses his visitors as well, so we ended up getting him a little sister named Lucy.
She's good! You could be in trouble as she gets older. hahahahaha
Your kids are funny. I like their dancing. They have better moves than Joel and me put together.
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