So Dalton has decided that every Monday night when we leave church, it is a race to see who can make it home first. Tonight we were driving behind Boyd and it was REALLY frustrating Dalton. He began quite the rowdy rant at me just to tell me what a horrible driver I am (all this for NOT speeding). After a "Dalton!" from me, he responded, "I'm sorry! But you have to admit that you are a little lame." Something tells me that's not the last time he's going to say that to me.

My son is a conman

Dalton is 150% sure that he should be allowed to sleep in my bed because today is the longest day of the year (which he has been counting down to for 2 weeks).

Dalton told us last night that he's allergic to the summer. I know the feeling.

Saturday night, my dad took us out to eat at Golden Corral. We had a great dinner and Boyd was having some pie with ice cream on top. Maggie Anne was getting a little antsy, so Boyd asked her if she wanted a bite of ice cream. She said yes and leaned in for a bite. Boyd asked her what we say (prompting for please). She kept leaning and said in her sweet voice, "Now!" We were rolling.

Fudgesicle Anyone?