Over-helpful Husband

I have an awesome husband. Rubin is always willing to watch the kids so I can go out with friends or get my hair done. He's really very helpful. Sometimes too helpful.

My mother-in-law gave me a copy of her house key in case I ever need it. For weeks this key sat on my dresser because it looked too much like one of my other keys. I was planning on distinguishing it with fingernail polish or something like that, but never got around to it.

One day Rubin borrowed my keys. When he returned from work that day, he handed my keys to me with a big smile on his face. Here's how they looked:

Did Rubin label only the two keys that looked similar? Nope. He decided to label all the keys on my ring. I was slightly annoyed and asked if he labeled his own keys. "No," he said, "I'm not confused by my keys."

Now every time I use my keys I feel like a dunce because I apparently need to have my keys labeled to know which one to use! Oh well, I am happy to have a helpful, or in this case, over-helpful husband.

Cocoa Pebbles

Graham came up to me the other day and excitedly told me some news.

"Mom, Cocoa Pebbles are more chocolately! Yay!" he gushed.
"Where did you hear that?" I asked.
"From TV," he said.

He made sure Dad heard the news when he came home from work. And Grandma when she came to visit. Apparently this is big news for our household.

This reminded me of another story from when RJ was three. One day as I was fixing my hair RJ came up to me.

"Mom, I need your phone." he declared.

"Uh, what do you need it for?" I asked puzzled.

"The man on the TV said to call him right now!" he said.

"Honey, when the people on TV ask you to call them, they just want your money," I informed him.

RJ was shocked and appalled. From then on whenever we saw a commercial he would shake his head, turn to me and say, "Mom, they just want our money." What a wise little man!