Yeah, yeah...still here...

I know, I know. It's just another thing that I haven't been able to accomplish. Not that I haven't thought about it. I have fodder for blogging going on every day, every minute, and I even recognize it when it happens.

Like day before yesterday..."Mom?" says #3. "Yes," I answer dutifully. (This is question 894 for the day.) "Do fish hold hands?" (I am dead-serious on this.) "No!" (Sarcastically, like, surely you know this #3.) Undeterred, "Do they hold fins?"

Emphatic "No." (Of course not--I think this is a little much, don't you?)

Pause.

"They do in Finding Nemo," with sincerity and trust and sweetness that pierces my heart and convicts my evil-mommy harshness to a sodden black lump in my chest.

"You're absolutely right, you little peanut! But it's a movie made by an artist, who can draw anything, just like you, little punky punk."

I'd love to write more, but I have a biology test to administer, my MIL's yard to finish mowing before she dies of a heart attack, a dinner party to clean up from and two horses that are begging to be ridden. Plus, I am now Awana Kindergarten room leader, and I have to get prepared for Menu Plan Monday and decide if I should rent a van with DVD players for Thanksgiving, and start some Christmas crafts, and....