Asher's name means "blessed, fortunate, and HAPPY life." He consistently makes us laugh more than anyone in the family, and not on purpose!! Tonight at the dinner table, Judah grabbed the last orange and asked if we could share it. Sure. There was enough for everyone to have 2 slices of orange, except for me.
Me: That's ok, I don't need it. That's called being a mommy.
Asher: What's called being a mommy? (Or so I thought that's what he said.)
Me: Giving up things you'd like for your kids who would like them more.
Asher: Are mummies dangerous?!!
Me: Mummies? I said "mommies!"
Earlier today the kids found a fairly stale packet of rice cakes in the cupboard. Asher munched half a cake and brought it to me saying, "I don't want to eat the rest of this foam!" Hmmm, I wouldn't either!
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