Tonight at dinner the conversation started about what the girls were dressing up as for the harvest fest at our church. We have a no tolerance policy for anything scary, evil, witchy, etc. Nope. Not gonna happen.
So Hayden calls out “Mom, I wanna be an ice cream truck. ” (Giggles all around and me thinking, How in the world??” )
Ella chimes in “I want to be a sandcastle!” (again, I’m thinking….how could we do that?”
and then Preslyn, in the sweetest, smallest voice politely and quietly asks “Can I be a man?”
I thought Bj and I were going to need to be rescucitated we were laughing so hard. 
This is my norm 