I'm No MLK

I can't believe how much I'm posting about the kids this weekend. I don't know if it's just because I've been with them non-stop while Matt's away, or if they have simply hit a new level of fabulousness, but here's another one for you...

On the way home from church yesterday Baxter and I were idly chatting about what I was going to try to get sorted out around the house when we got home. I told him, "I have a dream, Baxter, that this week Daddy and I will finally move the rolled up carpet from the living room down to the storage room!"

Baxter responded drily, "Well, it's a really good thing you aren't Martin Luther King, Mommy, because I don't think thousands of people would be coming out to hear that dream speech!"

The kid has a point. I guess I'd better watch what I say.