Sticky Fingers

Yes, you read that right! Obviously, Memphis has decided that he should become a little five finger hold up guy.  He hi-jacked him some Carmex from the Dollar Store today.  We went to the D.S. and then to Food Lion, get home and as I am putting away groceries he ask me if I want any chapstick.  I'm looking all around because I don't recall seeing him get in my purse and get any out. I said, "where did you get that chapstick?" The look of oh no I'm busted and guilty as charged comes over his face! He tries to get away from me, but he can't. I ask him again where he got it from and he says, "the store we just went to today." So, he must have known all along that he wasn't suppose to take things without paying.  We had a little talk and he cried a little, and I let him know that it was wrong but he was still loved. Oh well, kids will be kids!

He may have sticky fingers but I still love him to the moon and back!

That's Bo in the bath being Santa Claus. He loves to do that, and he thinks all garden Gnomes that we see in the stores is Santa.

The three knot heads on Mother's Day!