Get smart!

We are slowly getting a routine around here. Slowly, but surely.

Last night we made grilled cheese sandwiches for dinner, using Laughing Cow cheese and oil instead of real cheese and butter.

Andrew struggled to open the oil container, though. He set it down on the counter and announced gruffly,

“You’re in charge of opening the oil. It’s impossible!”

I looked at the oil, pulled a little strip of plastic off and popped the lid off.

“How’d you…?” Andrew started.

“I’m just smart,” I said, showing him the label of the oil. Just a woman’s touch, I guess.


My favorite part is that Andrew is wearing his BYU Alumni shirt. He’s one of the newest alumni, you know. Oh, and did we mention that Andrew will probably be tutoring some kids in math. He’s actually pretty good at math, just not opening oil bottles. We hope he won’t be teaching from this textbook:


Rachel, we know, is going to be smart because she already reads reference books. We were scrambling to get ready for church on Friday and I couldn't find her reverence book anywhere.

"Where's her reverence book?" I asked Andrew.

"Uhhh...she doesn't have one..." he said after thinking for a minute, "Unless you mean her Russian picture dictionary...I guess that's like a reference book..."

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

"What are you talking about?" he questioned back.

"I want to find her reverence book."

"She doesn't have one."

"Yes, she does. You know, the book with pictures of Jesus and things..."

"Oh! Reverence book! I thought you said reference book. I have no idea where the reverence book is."

We left for church without her reverence book, but found it later that afternoon tucked away in a drawer with some other random items. Our house isn't baby proof yet, obviously...