I was in Utah last week for my younger brother's wedding.
It was lovely. Both the wedding, and the trip.
For the record, it also happened to involve more motorcycles than I am comfortable with.
My younger brother berated me for not blogging more. Apparently he's more bored at work than I'd like to think about. So, just for him.
Tonight, my son was sitting at the table, writing in his journal. Suddenly, he looked at me and said "Mama, Caleb is my fake name."
"Oh, yes? And what is your real name?"
"Satellite?? Where did you get that name? From planet earth, or a different planet?"
"Planet earth. From China."
That's it. I am now supposed to call him Satellite, which is fine, but how am I supposed to do that without singing it, a la the Dave Matthews song???