Happy Thanksgiving weekend. :)
Matt and I spent Thanksgiving day at my parents' house along with my brother and his family. Sarah shared with us the latest song she learned at her preschool. Sung to the tune of Frere Jacque: Mr. Turkey, Mr. Turkey / Run away, Run away / If you don't be careful / You will be a mouthful / Thanksgiving day / Thanksgiving day. Later in the day, she happily added in after the run away part of the song, "Not our turkey!"
Last week the battery in the smoke alarm began its swan song in the middle of the night. A quick high pitch beep every other minute or so. Enough to annoy me, but spaced far enough that I could not zero on it's exact location. (Only die hard readers will remember when the smoke alarm fell from the ceiling.) Matt had placed it somewhere in the hallway and I couldn't find it in the pile of boxes and whatnots. After a quick phone call to Matt, I located the alarm, ripped out the battery and crawled back into bed. Matt called back shortly after.
Matt: You found it?
Me: a sleepy Mmhmm.
Matt: The apartment isn't on fire, is it?
Me: No.
Matt: Are you sure?
Me: Yes. I'm sure.
The next day I asked him why he felt the need to ask me if the apartment was on fire. His answer: With you, you just never know.