The Chronicles of John & Sarah

Lest anyone begins to believe that just because I haven’t mentioned any silly and crazy antics from John & Sarah in a long while that they have turned over a new leaf and have changed their ways, I’m here to tell you they have not!  In fact the antics have continued right along.  Perhaps I have been become so accustomed to the antics that it is “normal” and therefore forget to document the normal mundane events of life.  Who would ever have thought I could say the adventures of John & Sarah were mundane?

Volume 1

After a morning of playing in the mud, John and Sarah were in the bathtub.  I had washed their hair and soaped them all up.  They wanted to “play little longer” so I went about doing a chore around the house when I hear crying from the bathroom and complaining of something hurting.  When I get in there I found two very sudsy children standing in the tub with red eyes complaining they had soap in their eyes.  To my dismay they had emptied two bottles of shampoo, one bottle of conditioner and a bottle of body wash into their bath water.  They had created the ultimate bubble bath, but no wonder their eyes hurt.

Volume 2

On the way to church yesterday John was complaining that he was hungry.  He probably expressed this 3-4 times in one mile.  After his last complaint Sarah says in a very matter of fact way, "That's why we go to church.  To get a snack of one little piece of bread and a little cup of water."  I suppose she is of the opinion that we attend "snackerment meeting" as opposed to Sacrament meeting.  After Sarah's laugh provoking comment John didn't complain again.
 

Volume 3

Sometimes I forget how literal John takes things.  Abstract comments are not something he processes well.  A few weeks ago Paul had made some spaghetti sauce that he added some extra spices too.  After eating several bites I said, "My lips are on fire."  John, who was sitting next to me looked at my lips with a very panicked look on his face.  Yesterday after breakfast I asked the kids to draw me a picture of their favorite prophet.  John drew a nice picture of Joseph Smith.  I prompted him to add more to his picture by drawing the golden plates that he translated the Book of Mormon from.  I was very confused at what I saw in his drawing, so I asked him what he was drawing.  With a tone of duh, Mom in his voice he looked up and said, "The gold plates."  Then I saw it . . .

. . .yes, those were indeed gold plates he drew.  Just not the kind of plates the ancient record was on, but the kind of plate John is most familiar with, a round dinner plate.