The new, good me!

Well, after hearing my mom talk to Aunt Rhonda about a one way plane ticket to Arizona for Noah Fred Toy, I figured I better buckle down and start being good. I admit that I have been a little special lately. I just don't know why it is so fun to be bad. Why didn't God make being good more fun. So, really it's not my fault. It's God's.

In an effort to tow the line, I told mom I'd help her make her turkey today. We like turkey! We are also having yams and corn and broccoli.

Since I am a member of the Clean Club, I knew that I was supposed to wash my hands before I did this. My mom told me to use this way of doing it because then all the spices wouldn't be in the same place.

But I didn't think they were supposed to end up here.

I am good at this job.

I wanted to lick my hands but my mom said no.

After I was done with the turkey, I was the dish rinser. I sure liked this job. I could get as wet as I wanted and since I was helping, mom didn't even yell at me!

I can't imagine doing this every day! Good thing I'll get married some day and make my wife do it.