Thursday, December 14, 2006

From Death Comes ... Laughter

A Christmas toy died today (sorry great-grandparents, this stuff happens). While Amy's back was turned Kayla opened a few presents: sock puppets.

Anywho, about a half-hour after the girls went down for their nap, Amy heard some randomly-timed gut-busting laughter coming from Kayla's room. When she peeked in, she found that Kayla had ripped open one of the sock puppets and was rubbing the cotton on her face, saying, "Snowman".

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Josh,
Your writing warms my heart and the"Snowman" entry made my day. I can just invision sweet Kayla cracking herself up. Precious.
Love you guys,
Christina Caldwell

Farmer Family said...

We love you too, Christina. Hope your chilluns are doing well too!