My worst drawback in entertaining the boys is they don’t yet
understand my dark sense of humor. Sammy just says “Papaw’s crazy” but
Mason may be catching onto me a bit. Sunday he pushed me down into a
chair and when I squalled like I was in agony, he grinned. Jaden–whom we
now call ‘Little Bear’–growls and shakes his finger at me.
We’ve had a very warm spring so far; a slight case of dogwood winter
has been the only setback. Temps have been around 90° (32°C) a few
times.
I’ve finally got Carolyn to making biscuits again. I sure missed them
the several years she didn’t bake them. I don’t pressure her too much
for them because it causes her to get out of her comfort zone of baking
her favorite canned biscuits or worse, light bread.
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