Three is a Magic Number

  I feel like I've spent the better part of my free time during the two weeks sewing on BS and GS badges to uniforms.  Between earning new ones and moving up in uniforms, it feels everything needs to be sewn on.  BS badges have to be sewed, but GS badges can be ironed--the ladies are smart.  BUT they really don't stick that well, so I sew anyway.  It is an excuse to take the Bernina for a ride.  My aunties would be so proud. 

A conversation Faith and Dad had coming home from piano lesson today, 10/13/10. Faith: So . . . what should I be when I grow up? Dad: Oh, well, I think a doctor. Faith: Why do you always say that? Dad: I think you’d be good at it. . . . You could be a teacher. Faith: Well, after I got used to the fur I could be an animal doctor. Dad: Oh, a veterinarian? Faith: Yeah. Or I could hide toys and people could find them. Dad: What? Faith: I could hide toys in places and kids would find them. Dad: What kind of job is that? Faith: Or I could sell furniture. Dad: Oh? Faith: I could sell furniture and clothes and hide toys. Dad: So you want to go into retail? Faith: What that? Dad: Selling stuff, like furniture. Faith: Or I could do food. Dad: Eating food? A job eating food? Anyone can eat food. Faith: No, not eating. Dad: Oh. Faith: It’s—what’s it called? Dad: A grocer. Someone who sells groceries. Faith: No, not that. Dad: A restaurateur. You want to run a restaurant...

We had a mouse in the garage.  We voted on what to do with it. Emilee - keep it as a pet Samuel - keep it as a  pet Faith - trap it alive and take it to a field Dad - trap it alive and take it to a field Mom - kill it Simply because we had some traditional mouse traps around and I was ready use them, the kids pooled their money to buy a live trap.  We trapped the mouse on Saturday night, and lost it on Sunday morning when we tried to put it in a box to take it to a field.  So, do mice learn?  Do you think it will go into the trap again?  Nope.  We think it left the garage.