You couldn't even write this stuff!

The two funnies of the weekend (the first of which must be prefaced by the fact that D and I love the NPR show “Wait Wait...Don’t Tell Me”. He gets them downloaded onto his iPod every week and we listen to them whenever we’re in the van on long trips. The kids LOVE it. The start of the show is always met with groans by A.):

D was drilling J on her animals the other morning before we left for church. Just for good measure, I suppose. A was constantly trying to wiggle his way into their fun and give J the answers. D politely asked him to stop, and when he did, A looked at him and said, “It’s kind of like wait, wait don’t tell me!”

The other funny happened on Sunday afternoon, after church. Church had been a harrowing experience all on its own, with a maddening lack of nursery workers that caused us to have to take J into church with us (although her one redeeming cuteness of the morning was when she kept looking over the balcony to the priest and saying “FadderBill!! FadderBill!!”). Everyone was WAY ready for naps. But J decided not to take one, the little beastie. She rolled around in her crib for precisely 2 hours, at which time D and I snapped back into the real world and gave up on any hope that she would eventually go to sleep. We went in to get her up and found her sock-less and pants-less. I looked at her and, feigning anger, said, “J, where are your pants?” She looked frantically around the crib and said “Oh dear.”

They’re so entertaining that we hardly need cable!!