It's no secret, my kids dress themselves.
Sunday is no exception.
I can't deny I was a little surprised upon exiting the vehicle when I discovered lucy's Sunday shoe of choice...
oh yeah. We wear combats boots to church AAAAAALLLLLLLLLL the time. haha! Sometimes I think Chad gets bugged at how little I care what my kids wear. He tells me like it's a travesty and I just kinda shrug and move on with life.
It's really of no consequence.
But I should have known then that lucy was in firecracker mode.
chitter-chatter, snicker sniff laugh... getting louder and louder and LOUDER.
Finally about half way through I leaned over to Lu and first gave her the look... followed by a little hey, you can play as long as you don't make noise. You think you can do that?
to which she responded by leaning forward, pulling her arms back in tight fists, closed her eyes and wrinkled her nose up then squeezed out a smelly little blast of gas which echoed off those dang metal chairs we were cursed to sit on for an hour.
Uh gee thanks.
haha. Not gonna lie. We probably laughed for a good five minutes after that. Not super reverent if you ask me.
What's not to love????...
I rest my case.
p.s.- it's my sister's birthday. Happy birthday Lolo!!!! love you :) !!!