"Helping."

One on me

Erich tells me that last night when he came to bed, I sat bolt upright and asked him where the bathroom was. He said, "Uh...down the hall, same place it always is."

He says I promptly responded sweetly, "Oh, I'm sorry! I thought you were a motorcycle!"

(Sorry the picture is so dark, but considering I was using my phone, it's surprisingly good, I think.)

Sophie came up to me while I was working on the computer yesterday and said, "Whatcha doin', Mama?"

"I'm writing," I told her absently.

"No you're not," she told me. "You're TYPING!"