Rude

This is rude.

 

But this makes it almost worth it.

The middle one

I have been sick the last few days.  Today I threw up in the bathroom sink.  All three kids heard me and rushed to see what was going on.  Their reactions were amusing (...well, they were when I thought about it after the fact).  After I’d emptied my gut, Lily continued to stare at me silently like I was some freak of nature.  Sage rushed over to me with a glass of water she’d filled up in the kitchen.  And Eliza asked me (in THAT tone of voice that says "I'm trying to be patient") if I had forgotten to get her shoes.

Nurture or nature?  Middle child syndrome? Second child syndrome? (That hits a little too close to home for comfort!)

Happy General Conference

In case you wondered, General Conference is where we listen to this guy:

President Monson, by Sage

  Not to this guy:

Satan, by Sage