Dinner is never that great when all your five year old wants to talk about is how they kill the chicken...if the chicken was a boy or a girl....why we only eat girl chickens...what part of the chicken...what they do with the rest of the chicken...how they get rid of the feathers...and how they peel the skin off. Sick....
And -- he broke his arm.....again. To be honest, it's not so bad the second time. The second elbow in the middle of the forearm is not quite as traumatic when you know that it really can heal and be as good as new. Both arms have now been broken...hopefully we are done.
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Ew gross! I hope my kids never ask me questions like that. DISGUSTING! ;)
PS - We are leaving Friday. :(
I feel like I've done a lot of faces. :-/
Life with a five year old boys sure sounds exciting...and a bit gross too! I'm sorry about the broken arm. That's no fun! He sure is cute though...and so are those two cute girls!!
Rachel, life sounds so exciting at your house. I can't believe how grown up Peyton is. I really can't wait to see you guys at the end of the month. It has been TOO long. Seriously, I am dying. Grant wants to meet his cousins. Oh, and we have a blog now.
RACHEL! When are you going to write a new post? I want to see pics of the kids and hear a funny story. We miss you guys and are thinking about you all the time.
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