You know what to do . . . right?!

So you may not know that I have 4 kids (ages 7, 5, 3, and 1). Well my wife left tonight to go to DC where her sister just had a baby. That leaves me home to "babysit." (I've never understood why when the dad stays with the kids it's called "babysitting." But that's no big deal.) My wife is great, and I could write all day about why, but one thing she does is worry that I'm gonna miss something important - yes, there's good reason for her to do that. But for the last several weeks she's be writing various lists to remind me of the million or so things that I could forget to do while she's gone. I get that there's a lot to remember and I'm a remedial Mr Mom, but I started to chuckle (in secret of course) at all the reminders. This morning though was the ultimate question from my wife:

Her: "You know what to do if you guys run out of food, right?"

(Long, awkward pause where I looked for her to show a sign of sarcasm, you know, like a smirk or laugh . . .)

(I'm still waiting for that sign . . .)

I must be worse at this than I thought . . . oh well, I know that if we run out of food we go to my parent's house, so at least I've got a good answer. =)

Rodent Power

So the next time your flight is late, you might look into this as the cause . . .

My favorite part is that the plane is still grounded.