Getting Older, Supper Table Conversations, and QOTD

When this one has a birthday, so do I.

Guess who was more thrilled?

She had to wait a few days to go take her permit questions.

She passed, of course she did. We found the handy dandy permit app 

and are keeping track of each minute of driving.

Then it was my turn to have a birthday. Since Hope upgraded her camera, I get to pose sometimes.

The other night I made a supper that not everyone enjoyed (the youngest two). So some of the older children were imparting their vast wisdom.

"When I have children I will make them eat their food."

Me. "Oh, how will you do that?"

The conversation went from there. Ideas ranged from "no dessert" to "making them sit there till they eat it"  to "no, if you do that you'll get a kid like me"

What pray tell would be wrong with that?

Then we branched off to "what if you don't agree with what your spouse decrees to your non-eating child?"

I'll just say this...a lot more is caught than taught  and we will be closely examining the hair styles of prospective spouses....that's all I'm allowed to say.

I saw a teddy bear tea party the other day.

Birthdays make you feel older without your husband helping you out. My hubby stayed home on my birthday and while I was getting the kids off to school I placed my glasses on the table while putting a hot compress on my eye ( I have a sty). After the compress cooled I wanted my glasses back, as I'm at least half-blind without them. I looked around in my mole-like fashion and just couldn't see them.

I enlisted Zeke and dad in the search and there were some helpful remarks about

getting forgetful in my advancing years.

I was very sure I remembered cleaning them while in the bathroom so I knew I'd brought them down from our bedroom. Hubby decided to double-check, cause you know, my age.

After awhile he came down  WITH MY GLASSES! and a half-smirk on his face.

He had absent-mindedly picked up my glasses and put them in his pocket and then picked up HIS glasses and put them on his face.  Hmph! 

This is not what you want to see when you are driving down a back road in the fog.

It was a row of Amish on scooters with no reflective tapes or lights.

(I was at a stop sign)

Tis the season for grilled pizza!

QOTD: Shekinah was busy eating yogurt with a knife. I asked her why she is using a knife.
           Matter-of-factly she replied, "Because I don't have a spoon." 
Zeke wanting to add to the conversation stated , "It says 'keep refrigerated' on your yogurt."
 Sh, blithely knifing her yogurt, answered, "But there is no room for me in the refrigerator."