I AM NOT A SMITH!!!

Lucy came running to me the other day,  quite upset.  I tried to make sense of her frustration as she told me (in her most commanding tone)  "Hazel said THAT!  She said I am a SMITH.  I AM NOT A SMITH"

I attempted to share that Smith is our last name...we all are Smith's, you are Lucy Mae Smith.

Not a chance, she is no smith :)  at least she has not come to terms with it yet.

Grow up to be a Grandpa?

Over dinner the other night the question was posed by one of our kids,

"But how do you really know if a baby is a boy or a girl?"

Eliza chimed in first thing, "It's easy," she said, "If you grow up to be a grandpa, then, well, you are a boy!"

So if you can wait 60 years or so, you should be able to determine your gender :)