So there was a moment tonight where I was helping MAM put all of her Hello Kitty bingo markers into a Halloween treat bag (their new home) while Jr was wiping the couch with a tissue. I laughed, thinking, “this is a nice side of crazy”. But it wasn’t the craziest thing I’d seen.
No, that had happened about 30minutes earlier……..when we walked into BgK’s plot to win Hannah Montana tickets for next week’s show. 
What a dad won’t do for his kids. Go rate it now!
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(and no, these aren’t my clothes-he bought them special at the goodwill)
Right now, I can’t really picture either of my children as teenagers. I can’t picture them driving (they don’t even ride two-whelers yet), or going out to the mall with friends, or being pressured to use drugs or alcohol. Their day will come.
Last night, as Jr was picking apart a sunbutter sandwich, eating the filling with a spoon, and MaM was announcing, what, exactly she liked on her plate, and what she really didn’t like, BgK announced, “I don’t think people get how hard it is to do things around here.”