Thanks. You Earned It.

I asked Ray and Chay what they were thankful for this morning. Ray gave the appropriate responses, kinda, and Chay, not so much. I didn't either, much to E's chagrin.

Ray: I'm thankful for Em, my mommy, and Miss Nicole. Oh, and my brother, Chay.

E: You're not thankful for Daddy?

Ray: No, Daddy. I had to tell you to stop snoring two times last night. I'm not thankful for you.

E: But I'm thankful for you!

Ray: Two times, Daddy. I had to tell you two times not to snore! I am not thankful for you.

And then there's Chay --

Me: Chay, what are you thankful for?

Chay: Cars are yucky.

Me: What?

Chay: Cars are yucky.

Me: Ok, that doesn't even make sense.

Chay: Cars are yucky.

Me: Whatever you say, Al Gore.

Chay: I not Al Go. I Chay.

Me: Whatev.

And then there's me. I'm thankful that E let me sleep in this morning and dealt with Ray at 5 am. I'm also thankful he was the one sleeping with her in the guest room at 7 am when she wet the bed. Tee Hee.