From the Mouth of My Babe

July 2014 on my parents' backyard slide.

Yesterday Davis asked me what a yard sale was while we walked by a sign advertising one. After explaining it to him, I asked if there is anything that he has at home that he would consider selling at a yard sale. He grinned sheepishly and replied, "There is one fing...my brudder, Isaac!"

I couldn't help by be reminded of the classic poem, Sister for Sale, by Shel Silverstein.