(Two posts in one week, y'all! It's feast or famine 'round the ol' blog lately. I'm going to make a noble attempt to get back in the swing of things, but no promises.)
We ate cucumbers for dinner Monday night. No, not just cucumbers. I'm sure there was other stuff...not that I remember what it was now. Anyhow, for some weird reason, cucumber seeds kept showing up all over the house on Tuesday. I found two on the sofa, one on a door, and two on the floor. I'm not sure how they got everywhere like that, but Anna Beth had a guilty look on her face when I asked. I'm just sayin'.
Luke saw me picking one up. I was mumbling something about how they were everywhere and how weird it was. He stopped doing his homework and looked at me intently.
Luke: "You know, Mommy? If you left those on the floor, I bet we could grow some cucumbers in the house."
Me: "What kind of housekeeper do you think I am? HOW DIRTY DO YOU THINK THESE FLOORS ARE?"
Luke: "Well, you *do* have "Good Housekeeping" magazine on your Nook. Maybe you need to read that."
Umm.. Wow. I've said it before and I'll say it again. Luke is lucky that he's cute...
...because he sure is blunt--and honest.