I stepped out of the kitchen while making supper, leaving Ruby at the realm. When I walked back into the kitchen, Ruby was coming out of the laundry room.
“I thought you were stirring this?” I said.
“I was, but I couldn’t for a minute. I was doing laundry,” she says as she throws the dryer lint away.
Precious, multi tasking three year old. I love you.
As Sterling saw me put brown sugar in the sloppy joes he asked, “Are you supposed to put that in there, or are you just doing that so that I’ll eat it?”
My dear boy. Equally loved, to be sure, but you are a goose.
