Picture this-

Me, with the 3 little ones at the Children's Museum. They each have an Ice Cream cone of their choice. Our middle son picked sherbet, our daughter has chocolate vanilla swirl, and our youngest has cotton candy. (only because it had blue sprinkles) They are sitting at a table near the window in the sunlight and I am standing about 50 feet across the way from them by the soda fountains and condiments.  I'm talking on my phone with my Dad and our oldest son is texting me. I can't sit at the table with them because my phone cuts out when I do. So as they eat their cones they are periodically coming over to me. As they near me, I hand them a napkin to wipe their face and I gently guide them back to the table. My phone call was quick and they are about half way done with their cones. Our daughter just decided she would have rather picked cotton candy like our youngest and he willingly gave her the rest of his cone. I eat the rest of her chocolate vanilla swirl cone. And our oldest just called to say he has lost his football cleats, they aren't in his football locker. I told him to call me back when he finds them. He sends a text just a few minutes later saying he found them!

I'm taking the kids out to eat when the Children's Museum closes at 5.
Your dinner is in the crock pot.
2 Burritos!

Love,
Me