Let’s say all the gross things

Here’s to hoping your Memorial Day weekend was oh-so-fab. I spent much of ours trying to train the bitties to begin every question with the word “dad, and made a cobbler with all the this:

In other news, bitty G thinks you say “chips” when you should say “jinx,” so setting up sequences in which we say the same word at the same time now occupies much of my waking hours. And with the other waking hours I’m fast on my way to covering the entire fence in blackberry bushes, as promised.

The green beans are all cute and babyish.

I kind of want to snuggle them, but geez, aggressive.

They’re a little out of control and had to be forcefully lifted off the edamame with some bamboo sticks and green rubber tie. They need to TONE IT DOWN and have some nachos.

{Sidetracked? Perhaps.} Green beans…blackberries…PEACHES! I haven’t updated the peaches!

Clearly they are Taylor Swift fans and were pleased with my “welcome home” playlist a couple years back. {In case you missed it, it was a tough call between some classic rock and 1989…but 1989 won out, because, well, ‘Merica.}

My family has invented a new game called “Let’s Say All The Gross Things.” It’s probably pretty self-explanatory, but permit me to indulge…

Someone {a bitty} proposes said game and someone else says “YEAH!” {the other bitty} in a non-car-allowed-level-of-volume-voice. They then proceed to ping pong off the other, each trying to top the last participant’s gross thing.

“Peaches with boogers on them!”

“Cockroach pizza sauce!”

“Earwax candy corn!” {That’s daddy. He’s impressively gross when pressed–just as one would expect of any reliable frat boy–but we giggle and wrinkle up our noses because we love him and somebody’s gotta pay for all the library books we lose.}

“Banana Laffy Taffy!” {That was me…could you tell??}

Invariably, someone yells “EYE BLOOD!” and then it’s all over, and the snowballed descent into chaos sweeps through the backseat.

Ah, summer, welcome back. Gimme two weeks and mama’s gonna need a vacation from this vacation.

{Can I get an amen?}

Chips, you owe me a Coke.