It's been quiet around here.
I've had stuff to write but dash-3 was on and off sick, again, and sleeping in 2 hour blocks. The inlaws made a quick stop off for a weekend visit, but of course, flyboy was away, so I thought blogging might be a bit rude. Then there was a stop off to visit some family on the drive down to my parents for one last visit before school starts.
So, not much to blog about. Nothing exciting anyways.
Until today. Today at lunch with my parents, in a very crowded Panera's, I turned over to my right to see little, darling, inquisitive dash-1 playing with something he found in my purse.
Because in case you don't remember, when you were five, mom's purse was like a treasure chest with all sorts of neato stuff in it.
And what did my purse have in it that was calling his little name? Was it the gummy bears? The crayons? The little cars notepad? My blackberry? Nope. None of that.
Yup. That's right. A tampon.
Oh and one that he had unwrapped and held up for every table in a 5 table radius could see. And professed that he was going to make something amazing out of it.
You know what I can count on? Dash-1 to always come thru with the blog fodder.
Now if only he would keep his hands out of my purse....