The kids were watching me put the finishing touches on this sign this morning. Of course, all those that could read had to read it out loud at least once. They got to the "Desmond Tutu" part and for some reason his name tickled my 6 year old son's funny bone.
Every time one of his sisters would ask me something, he'd jump in with a response before I could answer.
"Mom, what are we having for supper?"
"Mom, who's coming over again tonight?
"Mom, who was that one person who...?"
"Mo-o-o-o-o-o-m-m-m-m! He keeps saying..."
By this point, he's doubled over with laughter because he keeps cracking himself up with his "wisecracks". Meanwhile, his sisters' ears are billowing steam they're so furious at him.
I'm sure they're wishing they could choose their own family right about now.
(Tired of hearing about my kids by now?)