A couple weeks ago in the morning, as Adam was getting ready for school, he came up to me and told me he needed to make some gold and bring it to class. "Today?" I ask, already knowing what the answer is going to be. "Yes" was the simple reply. Well....uh....hmmmm, let me think, and think fast. I've only got about 20 minutes before we have to leave for school. I've got it! Adam, hurry and run next door to Grandma's and get some rocks from her front yard. He does, and we made gold in record time! (Seriously, I really think I should work for the Treasury Department) I could easily have been grumpy about this, because I certainly am not a morning person, and we are rushed more often than not to get to school on time. But my thoughts on it were how our children think of us. Adam didn't doubt that I couldn't do it, even pushed for time. How special it is to be so trusted by a child that he just assumed that I could make him gold. Kinda a big deal when you think of all that trust wrapped up in one child, and that you're holding it and shaping it into what they will become. He never did tell me what it was going to be used for, but I found out a few days later when I went to his classroom. The kids all made a map of South America, and the rocks were glued on to the map.

Recently we had Chinese take out for dinner, and got a big laugh. I always have said that I want the job of naming paint colors, but I think making up the fortunes that go in fortune cookies just may have to top that. The top fortune is Clay's, the middle one is Erin's, and the bottom one is yours truly. I mean really, If The Table Moves, Move With It???? What kind of a fortune is that?!