Tonight, as the boys were leaving for ball practice, Dancer was helping me make cookies. On a side note, we were making what is lovingly called in our house "dog poop cookies". I so wish I were kidding right now, but...well, there is A LOT of testosterone in the Tigerden. You probably know these as Chocolate Oatmeal Cookies or No Bake Cookies, but every time we make them, they end up looking like, well, piles of dog poop, and when you have this many boys under one roof, and the name is gross, it is gonna stick!
Anyway, we were making cookies and it got to a point where Dancer was no longer interested in helping because there was heat involved. She wandered into the living room where the boys had left the T.V. on. About a whopping two minutes later she came running back to the kitchen where the following conversation took place:
Dancer-"Momma, I wish you could see this show it is HIL-A-RI-OUS!
Me-"What is it?"
Dancer-" I don't know, but I have watched like half of it and it is like SO COOL!"
She figured out all this in two minutes! Where has my baby girl gone?