Social Niceties

Victor is generally very good at social niceties: Hello, How are you, I'm fine, Please, Thank you, Excuse me, etc.

But today he made a funny mistake.

He had very nicely asked a grocery store clerk for a red balloon. She gave it to him (and one to Zeke), and he received it with obvious enthusiasm.

Me: What do you tell the clerk, Victor?

Victor, looking at the clerk: Did you know it is 90 degrees outside? [Pointing to the fan.] You should turn on your blower.

Zeke's Prayers

Tonight, I prompted Zeke to add to his personal prayers:

Me: "Please help me to learn to share."

Zeke, audibly: "Please help me learn to share."

Zeke, whispered: "But not with Victor because I do not share with Victor."

Me: "Please help me not to hit."

Zeke, audibly: "Please help me not to hit."

Zeke, whispered: "But I always hit Victor."

Too Much Fun

In our house, as Saturday approaches, Zeke asks if it will be A Good Saturday or A Bad Saturday.

On A Bad Saturday, Jeremy goes to work.

On A Good Saturday, Jeremy stays home and plays with the boys all day.

Today, though, I think we might have maxed out on fun.

First, Jeremy and the boys ate breakfast together.

Then, they played Cars and Bruder trucks on the play mat Aunt Candice made them for Christmas.

Then, it was time for haircuts.

After that, they experimented with different paper airplane models from the library book we checked out on Friday.

Around 2, we ate lunch (thanks, Aunt Liz!) and discovered that Victor has exceeded the maximum allowed height (54") of the Chick-fil-A play area. (He played anyway, just gently.)

After lunch, Jeremy took the boys on a bike ride.

Then Jeremy had to run an errand. So the boys had to go to the grocery store with me, which was not very fun because we did not go to the store with free cookies.

After that, just before bedtime, Jeremy took the boys to an auto race at one of our local race tracks.

It's 10:44 p.m., and they just walked in the door. They will now attempt to sleep off all that fun.

FHE

On Monday, we covered a very important topic in Family Home Evening.

Our lesson was "We Don't Eat Ice Cream for Breakfast."

This is an actual problem in our house.

We learned that ice cream is not a breakfast food. Neither are cookies, cake, or marshmallows.

We did not explicitly say that cookie dough is not for breakfast, which is why, I'm sure, that some small boy ate a Tupperware of it for breakfast this morning.

Plotting

Victor and Zeke like to plot against Jeremy.

I'm not sure why they like to do this, but they put their little heads together and whisper about ways to make Jeremy cold, wet, and hungry.

Then they laugh.

The Real Issue

The Real Issue is the name of the weekly advice column I will be writing.

My column will appear every Thursday, and there will be a form on the site in case you want to submit a question.

A number of lucky SwindleFun readers will be catapulted to fame in the coming weeks as I answer their questions in The Real Issue.

Really--instant stardom!

My New Project Revealed

Today, my new project is presented to the world!

Or at least to persons who happen to go to the exciting new Nauvoo Times website.

I hope that Mad Gone Mom is particularly interested in what is there.