If you were a fly on the wall...

You would have overheard Gentry and I playing Army much of the morning. He was dictating every part of the action. Throwing balloon bombs, shooting down enemy troops, missing all shots headed his way because he "knows how to duck and cover". The best part of playing was getting to call him Sergeant G Man. I asked if I could be called General because I am like the big boss of the house and he says "no, you're the medic", and a few seconds later adds, "and the cook".  I am glad I know my place around here!

Later on I was picking up the toys and clothes in the boys room, being that it was HIS room, I was asking him to help out by running some stuff downstairs to be put away. Guess what he told me?    "I can't right now, I am reading my Book of Mormon". Whatever it takes to get out of some work!

Gentry noticed today that I have boobs. It is so funny when kids start to realize differences. Some are shy about it, some come right out and ask. He said while pointing at them, "what's that, your muscles?", I could have just died. Yep, they are muscles alright!!!

NEVER boring around these parts!