So tonight Rachel wanted Daddy to put her to sleep.  Her persuasive reasoning:

“I have a headache and I’m SO tired, and I need Dad to keep the hope alive.”

Also, today we went outside to see a friend off.  We were all outside, and Savannah was trying to open the door.  She screamed and pulled and hit it.  The friend said, “Wow, is she biting the door handle?”  Sure enough, she was.  I knew Savannah couldn’t open the door, but I couldn’t figure out why she wanted to go back in so badly.  Still, the mail needed getting, so Rachel and I went and fetched it.  Savannah just about went bonkers.  I turned around to head back to the house and saw her running toward us, tears streaming down her face… PANTSLESS.    They had gotten stuck in the door and she thought we were leaving without her.

Poor kid.  I wish I had a picture of those pants in the door!  I DID NOT LAUGH.  I DID NOT.  I comforted her.  But I laughed until I cried when I told Phillip tonight…