Racing, Fishing, and the Inability to Repeat Something

Well, we took Mr. D to the biggest empty parking lot we knew of and he finally got to race his motorcycle. I'm beginning to believe boys come into the world knowing how to drive any and every thing. After a couple of crashes at first, he had that thing zipping and zooming all over.

We went to the old-fashioned drug store after, got some pictures developed and had lunch.

Then home to change clothes. The weather was pretty, it was warm and sunny, so we went fishing. Amazing how different the weather can be 4 miles from home. It was windy. It was also starting to cloud up. Fishing with two kids is challenging enough. Two kids who are bored because the fish aren't biting and the wind feels like Hurricane Andrew is even more challenging. I got one bite, no fish. The husband got one bite, lost a cork and no fish. Molly got one bite, no fish and gave up after 20 minutes to collect rocks. David entertained himself by throwing Molly's rock collection into the lake.

So, now we're home. James and I have a cooking agreement. I cook the first time, he handles "held over by popular demand" (aka Left-overs) duty. He sent Molly to find out what I wanted. My answer is, "Tell daddy I'll wait until everybody else gets what they want. That way I won't eat up something somebody else really wants.". We had 3 different left-over dishes to choose from. She went back and told him, "Mama says she'll eat later.". So, James heats what they want and puts everything back in the refrigerator. Grrrrrrrrr. Would it be so hard to just repeat what I said? Children should come with a recorder of some sorta affixed to them. Next time, I will write my answer on her forehead with a magic marker. ;-)