The other day Elizabeth said that she loved daddy so much because he is "soooooo fun"
"Isn't mommy fun?"
"What?! We just spent an hour playing your fairy video game together and I'm not fun?"
"Ok ok, you're fun."
Damn right I'm fun!
But my funness was totally trumped by daddy's funness when he took the two big kids to Pottery Hill to hunt for pottery shards and look for cool rocks and wildlife.
When they got back Elizabeth told me about the highlight of the excursion the absolute most fun thing ever...
"Mom! Oh my gosh! I saw ELK POOP!"
Not only am I less fun than daddy, I'm less fun than poop. A crushing blow.
Some recent pics, none of poop.