I debated whether or not I should post this first story, but it is pretty dang funny. And so, in the spirit of documenting the various happenings in our lives...here goes.

A few weeks ago, as Abby and I were driving home, we had the following conversation:
Abby: Mom, do you have boobs?
Mom: (Quick, think of something to divert her attention...Oh crap, we might as well talk about it.) Yes, Abby, I do.
Abby: Can I have some?
Mom:
Uhhhhh. Well, what would you do with them?
Abby: Put them on my stomach!
(If that is the case, I have had mine in the wrong place all these years. How embarrassing!)
We have tried really hard to teach Abby good manners. It's
definitely a labor of love, but she seems to be picking some things up. A number of nights ago, Rich was getting Abby ready for bed (quick side note: Abby has been going through a major "mom phase") and she was really upset that he was the one changing her and not me. She started kicking Rich and yelling, "Get away, get away!" Rich responded by telling her that she needed to be nice. Abby very quickly retorted, "May you PLEASE get away!"