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Grace: Ava, say “hell”… say “hell”…

[Ava not understanding]

Grace: That’s how you say “hello” in Spanish.

This is Grace staring in another funny message.

Grace Playing a Joke

I got this message at work. They make my day.

Grace’s Funny Message

The picture says it all. If only every trip was like this one.

We drive past Peter’s Canyon Regional Park on the way to church. There is a hill in Peter’s Canyon called Big Red, which is a big bear, especially on a bike. Grace has been begging me to hike Big Red. So we went yesterday.

For our 1/2 hour hike, we packed a camelback with granola bars, pretzels (prentzels if you are Grace), and dehydrated fruit and tackled the hill.

And a video: Grace and Marlan on Hike

Heavenly Father…

Thank you day.

Thank you mama, dada, Caleb, Gracebella, me, mama.

Be good.

Sweet dreams.

Name of Jesus Christ, amen.

(Meanwhile, back on the farm, Grace is using her leapfrog keyboard to “type to her boyfriend.”)

Staci, Jackson, and Paige were in town. Disneyland was in the works, as it often is when visitors come. After the little kids got tired, Staci, Jackson, Grace, and I went back to go on the fun rides.

As you can see, I was too cheap to buy the actual photograph.

Sally has been trying (in vain I may add) to weed out so-called toilet-humor at the dinner table. For me, it is normal dinner conversation. Tonight, it got a little too literal.

Grace: Mom, I’m pooped!

Ava: Mama. I poop! I poop!

Grace and I were talking at breakfast as I perused the new national geographic. I showed Grace a picture of a blue whale.

I asked “Grace, is a whale a mammal?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because whales don’t drink coffee.”

Sigh…

By the way, the definition of a mammal is that the animal: (1) has hair or fur and (2) has mammary glands. Also, nearly all mammals are characterized by live birth.

Q: What’s Up?

A: Chicken Butt Eyeball.

Hysterical laughter follows from G and A.