Art on a Sunday Afternoon

Reagan and I spent our Sunday afternoon exploring our creative sides. Not a bad way to while away the time!

Disgusting

Reagan's brothers do not share her repulsion to germs.  When it's time to brush teeth at night, they grab whatever toothbrush they can find, whether it's theirs or not.  Gross.  I know.  Boys are gross.  Tonight, Reagan was looking all over for her toothbrush, and could not locate it anywhere.

Reagan: "Mom, did you move my toothbrush somewhere?"
Mom: "No.  It should be put away."
Reagan: "It's not.  Didn't Quinn just come in here and brush his teeth?'
Mom: "Yes."
Reagan: "THAT WAS MY TOOTH BRUSH!  THAT'S SHARING HIS SPIT!!!"
Mom: "Yeah, I guess so.  Ick."
Reagan: "THAT'S LIKE KISSING MY BROTHER!!!"  [Cue Tween Freak Out Here]

True.  She's got a point.

Yuck. Yuck. Yuck. 

Keeping the cat entertained

Reagan was upstairs playing with the cat when I called the family to dinner.  After dinner, she ran downstairs begging to borrow my phone to take a picture.

"Why can't you use your own to take a picture?" I asked.

"You'll see!  You'll see!  I need it now!  Please hurry!"  She was very anxious about getting whatever picture she wanted to take.

This is what she captured.  She didn't want the cat to be bored while we ate dinner, so put on a video of birds and mice for her.  That cat watched for over 30 minutes without moving.  SO FUNNY.

Just what we need.  Another screen-addicted member of the household.  At least the goldfish are unencumbered still!