So, if you've spent much quality time with my family, you know we're not prim and proper types. We'll restrain ourselves at first, but once you get to know us, we're not necessarily the most classy folks. What can I say? That's just us.

When I picked Evie up at school today, her teacher said that Evie told on her daddy. Uh oh. This can't be good. Laughing, Mrs Lori said, "Evie told me that when her daddy burps, he says 'Burrito!'" Oh, my charming hubby. I wouldn't trade him for the world. I mean, "they" say that girls marry someone who reminds them of their dads. Only my dad says "Ralph!" when he burps. Sorry, Dad. I thought it was Tell Stories About Daddy Day. I better watch out and not give Evie material for Tell Stories About Mama Day...

Driving home from preschool, Maggie and Evie switched car seats. Maggie yelled out to me that she had a booger on her finger. Evie broke out her mommy voice and told Maggie, "You better not wipe that anywhere! I want my car seat to stay nice and pretty!" To which Maggie responded, "Evie, don't wipe anything on my car seat!!" I still don't know what happened to that booger...

Like I said, not the classiest bunch.