Ben and Michael Jackson???

A friend of mine that volunteers in Ainsley's classroom told me an interesting story yesterday. She said that a child in the class was talking about Michael Jackson and saying he was the best singer and dancer.

Ainsley turned to the student and said, "My dad looks like Michael Jackson."

I think Ainsley was trying to "one up" the person but I think Ben might be offended. What do you think??? I totally see the resemblance (what???). Oh, my Ainsley.

Red Robin Adventure

Last night, our family went with another family to Red Robin. The kids were doing great and we had just received our food when the manager came over and informed us that there was a fire on top of the building and we needed to evacuate.

Of course, the adults grab their burgers and salad wraps and we leave the kid's food (it was glass bowls with mac and cheese!). We had to leave but all the food we did consume was free. We were happy we grabbed ours:)

The kids all reacted very differently to the drama. Logan was oblivious to the entire situation. Madison was very scared and crying very hard. Ainsley thought it was really cool to see the fire trucks and firemen. She wondered if we would be on the news or in the newspaper.

As we drove from Red Robin to Carl's Jr. to finish feeding the children, Ainsley all of a sudden started crying hysterically. I was very confused since she was my brave one and seemed to enjoy the situation. Then I heard,

"But I didn't get to eat my Mac and Cheese!" "What about my Mac and Cheese?" "I Love Red Robin Mac and Cheese!"

I tried to let her know that we should focus on the fact that we are all safe and together and that nothing happened to anyone. She responded, "But you and daddy got to finish your food!" I was going to tell her I did not get to finish my soup or fries but somehow I thought that would not really help the situation.

I thought this was very amusing. Oh- My Ainsley.

A Story By Madison

When my uncle,Ryan, was 17 he found a small, brown, and black kitten in the middle of the road.He rescued the kitten and named it Willy.He took Willy home, but Willy stays at my grandpa's house.Now, uncle Ryan calls Willy "My kitty".I love Willy.