A Story

I stopped by Grandma's house on the way home from picking up the girls, and filled her in on all the details of the day. She told me that when she started first grade, she was five and her sister, Eloise, was in the eleventh grade. Grandma was really nervous and kept telling the teacher she was sick and that she needed her sister, so someone would go find Aunt Eloise and bring her to Grandma or vice versa. After the fourth day of this, instead of taking her to Aunt Eloise, they took her to the nurse and gave her baking soda to help with the sickness. Grandma said she was never "sick" again. 

Everthing's Better with Two!

I have recently invested in these two items and my goodness, I should have bought them years ago. I haven't heard one bedtime request since I walked out of their rooms. And there are usually quite a few requests before they finally get the picture that we aren't happy and they'd better just go to sleep so as not to keep getting in trouble. Sometimes I believe they are the bears with very little brains. :)