And now for something completely different...

From the Fourth of July:

When you're three and six, everything about butts, farts, burps, armpits and poop is absolutely hilarious.

The girls are wearing matching shirts that I made for them, thank you very much, and of course Jenna refused to wear hers for the rest of the day. She told me, "Everyone will say you have a dirty girl!" with such vehemence that I didn't make her wear it. I didn't understand what she meant by it but she really, really didn't want to wear the shirt, which was fine. I guess other people thinking I have dirty children was the worst insult she could throw at me. Or maybe she just made that up.

It actually made for a fascinating parenting dilemma: do I force her to wear the shirt or let it go? I could see both sides and I'm pretty sure entire parenting books have been written arguing one style of parenting over another. I came to the conclusion to let it go because 1) I had a picture of her wearing it; 2) I didn't have the energy to argue with her about it all day and 3) I didn't want her to rip the shirt as she was trying to pry it off.

Michaela, on the other hand, loved her shirt, wore it all day and looked gorgeous in it.

Hooray for 6 year olds!