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Tuesday, August 12, 2008

A Mother's Prayer

Dear Lord,

My children are making dinner downstairs.

This note was thrust at me by my thirteen year old:

We the (last name here) munckins 
request you not come downstairs
and ask no questions.
We promise not to burn down the house.

Munckins 1,2,3

P.S. If dad calls it  is for us.

Lord, help me to appreciate what concoction they make for dinner.
Help me see the humor and love behind the mess
and help me eat with a smile on my face 
(and no visible gagging.)

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Cindi said...

I can hardly wait to find out what was on their menu!

Melissa said...

Okay, what did they make and was Rob coaching them from the office?

And more importantly, did they clean the mess up themselves??

Pamela Fierro said...

Well? What was on the menu?