Unicorns made of Sudafed?

Today we're going through the pharmacy drive thru and there's a sign posted that you can no longer get Sudafed through the drive thru. Logan (13 year-old cousin) asks why that's necessary. I told him it was because people use it to make meth. Grace pops up from the back seat and asks, " you mean like unicorns?"

Now, Grace is a bright kid. I knew there had to be some connection. Logan and I stared blankly at each other as my brain processed . . . unicorns . . . sudafed . . . meth . . . meth . . . .OOOOH, she means MYTH!

No Gracie, you cannot use sudafed to make unicorns.

What must the neighbors be thinking?

Dwayne brought Grace home an assortment of medical stuff; surgical masks, hair things, gloves, etc. Tonight after supper, the girls climbed up into the "tree house" part of the swing set in the back yard, and played doctor.

Our Girls, You Gotta Love 'Em

Tonight at supper, Emma looks at me and asks, "Mommy, is today yesterday or tomorrow?" I have to admit, I was a little puzzled as to how to answer. I tried to explain to her that today is neither tomorrow, nor yesterday, but is today. My argument just left both of us confused. Fortunately, she was pretty easily distracted by her carrots and dip.

Then tonight at bedtime, I was telling Grace that we are going to the Heritage Festival tomorrow. She responded with "will their be hair stuff?" I thought she was asking if there'd be a booth selling hair bows - she loves those. The look on her daddy's face clued me in pretty quickly. She thought I meant "HAIRitage Festival."

Gotta Love 'Em!