Josh: “Now Sam….. FIGHT ME!” My son has become Tyler Durden. The only rule about Fight Club is, “Don’t tell mom about Fight Club and especially don’t tell her we’re jumping on the beds.” I’m mostly ok with it… until they destroy something beautiful. I’m setting up a GoFundMe account for ER bills.

Getting some awesome sass-talk from the four-year-old. Unbeknownst to him, I’ve turned into a magical genie. Except when I get commanded to do something, I make things disappear. Bippety Boppity Boo Hoo Hoo up in here.

So Josh and I are sitting at the piano. He points to the left and says “Mom, that’s high.” Me: “No, that’s actually low, then (pointing to the right) those notes up there are high.” Him: “Nope, that’s not correct.” Me: “Yep, that’s correct.” Him: “Nope, (pointing left) those are high.” Me: (Needing some sort […]

Me: “I’m headed to the grocery store. Do you need anything?” Dave: “Some sanity. I think it’s on aisle 10.”