
Oh, on another note. Some of you might be able to appriciate this story. We were driving home from Grandma and Grandpa's house a couple of nights ago and we were going kind of slow on the dirt road. We had a colt in the trailer we were bringing home for Jeremy to show to some prospective buyers. They had been really good kids all day so I had stopped at the mini market and got them an ice cream on the way home. She was sitting in the middle seat up front with me. I guess she was getting bored and so she got the bright idea to let me smell her fingers and showed them up my nostrils and said "smell this mommy!" Of course in my surprise I inhale and couldn't quite make out the smell but knew it couldn't be good. I say to her "ewwwww Sage! WHAT IS THAT?!?!" Giggling she says to my horror "it is my butt and ice cream!" Apparentley she had gotten an itch sometime after she had eaten her ice cream. I think she was pretty proud of herself the little turd! And today while we had some time to kill before I took them to the Dr. for this cold we cannot get rid of I say to Steele "there will be NO POOPING behind the slide, Okay?" I sure wish you could have seen his cute, funny face when he assured me he would not................. Goodnight!