Lately, we’ve had a lot of milk go sour, LONG before the expiration date. In fact, it has happened so often, the kids do a thorough inspection now before daring to douse their beloved cereal in potentially ‘rotten’ milk. Generally, Lizzy does the inspections, you know because she’s older and more qualified to sniff cartons and read expiry dates. Today Sam did the honors.

Sam: “Dad, I think this milk might be bad. It’s really old.”

Mr. MK: “I just bought it. How old is it?”

Sam: Mom, it’s been two weeks since I lost my tooth and the tooth fairy hasn’t come yet.

I feel so guilty … poor guy … I’m a bad, bad mom!

Me: Well, maybe she is really busy; leave her a note on your door … so she can’t forget.

Later, I found this:

For those of you that don’t read 2nd grade scrawl.

It says:

TOOTH —>

Boy name Sam
Look
I like all dtails
Draw: (he wanted her to draw a picture of herself, DUH, I drew a tooth!)
Name: (I said her name was Miss. T. Fairy)
Old: (I figure she’s been around a while so I put 573 1/2)

And I left him $4.50 (all the change I had in my wallet).

He’s happy! I feel sad that I am so pre-occupied!

Contest ends tonight I will be picking the winners Wednesday / Thursday (it’ll take a while to track down all the links, banners etc.) and comments.

Do you have any ideas for the end of January?

MK xo