Today I was feeling all domestic as I raced to wash dishes, start laundry and scrub bathrooms before I started in on my a-g-o-n-i-z-i-n-g articles (about orthopedics, this time. Joy!). I had just filled bags with the recycling that was building up under the sink, one for paper, one for glass and one for plastic, and set them by the door down to the garage where the recycling goes.
As I was scrubbing away in the bathroom I heard Aaron fiddling with something at the foot of the stairs. He is a MAJOR singer, so it was no surprise when he started belting out a new tune, but this time it was different. He still mostly babbles in his singing, but after a few rounds I realized he was singing, "Daddy juice! Daaaaaddyyyyy juuuuuuice!" over and over. I went to see what was going on and what did I find? He was waving an empty Coke bottle in the air while singing about "Daddy's juice."
I believe a new, and probably everlasting name for Coke has been born in the P. family.
Also, I'm still reading posts, I just don't feel like/have time to comment as much lately. Sorry! But I'm still keeping up with everyone. And don't worry, tomorrow's articles are about porch swings. That will be a bajillion times easier and more creative than those I've been killing myself over the last few days.
