Sunday, February 20, 2011



Tonight I walked into the kitchen to find leftovers from supper, last night's Mexican layer dip, a juice box and a can of Guiness sitting on the table next to a stack of dishes and bowls. On the other end of the table was the above message carefully assembled out of pieces of yarn. Apparently lexi felt that her dad and I needed to go on a date and took it upon herself to very sweetly orchestrate one on our behalf. Even more amusing was the way she kept peeking around the corner, asking how our date was going and inquiring whether we needed anything else.