g is for greta

The kids and I have been stuck in the house for a long time. We’ve had brief escapes to the library, shoveling the drive/walk, etc. but no big adventures. Why? We seem to have just recovered from a 24 hour stomach flu just to catch a bad cold. Ugh. Anyway, we’ve had lots of time to talk. Here’s a favorite from each of the kids:

Corinne to Mason upon eating a Lifesaver: “This is a lifesaver, but it doesn’t save your life. It’s just candy. I’m not sure why they call it that.”

Mason after going potty: “I just hurt myself with my underpants.”

Ethan being coached: “Eye (pointing at his eye) wuv Dada.”

They make me laugh and keep me entertained. I sure love these guys.

-g.

So today is the Fiesta Bowl. The entire family is decked out in their OSU gear. I even worked out in OSU garb. Needless to say, we’re big fans here at the Rice household. Tony, though, takes reigns supreme as Head Fan. As many of you remember, he broke his hand last year in a moment of unnecessary rage about the Buckeyes losing possession. If you didn’t already know, I’m sad I said anything. We/He is trying to move on and forget all about it. Welp, some buddies from work got him this year. Last year, I think the topic would have been too touchy due to the previously mentioned incident. This takes the cake.

I only wish I’d have thought of it and arranged for it to be done myself!

-g.