1.) Took my boys out for ice cream. Youngest boy prefers plastic spoon on ground over clean unused spoon. I freak. "Don't worry Mom," he consoles me as he sucks on it,"there's no more germs because I sucked all of them off."
2.) Went on a road trip with David Archuleta. Referred to him once as "David Enchilada." He was not amused.
3.) Got chased by an enormous, radioactive bumble bee during the Nauvoo Pageant. Made a mad dash for it through the audience.
4.) Youngest son gave me the most adorable kisses today, until . . . he slipped me the tongue. And I dry heaved.
5.) We currently own three spoons. Glediator resorts to a ladle with which to eat cereal.
6.) Youngest boy stepped in a pile of the neighboring Great Dane's poo. In BARE FEET.