"Mommy, PANCAKES!"

Well I mailed my job application. The hubs said if I get the job I can buy some boots! I have been drooling over all the booties that I am seeing. I have trouble with tall boots because my calves are usually too big, they always have been, I guess it is just how I'm built. I thank my dad for that, sigh.

Tomorrow is the hubs birthday. He has surpassed the age where you stop publicly telling people your age, so I will spare him. We shall just say he is old and since he doesn't read this I can have a little laugh at his expense. My 3 yr old and I baked him a cake today and he requested beer brats for dinner. He even said I don't have to get him a present because he bought himself a truck, how fun, this may be the most expensive birthday present he has ever gotten.

I wish I had something witty to share, but sadly I do not. But I can leave you with a kidism from the 3 yr old. Last week she came running out of the bedroom and our conversation proceeded as follows:

"Mommy, PANCAKES!"
"What about pancakes?"
"Make Some!"
"Who wants pancakes?"
"Father" (she will not call hubs daddy, she calls him father, she corrects me when I refer to him as daddy. We think she is special"
"What if I don't know how to make pancakes?"
"You can mommy, you're a good cooker!"

It was so funny I laughed til I cried, then I asked the hubs why he was sending in the kids to do his dirty work. He had told her to ask for an omelet!