The Indignity of It All

Aren't you glad you don't live at your childhood home any more?

At the mercy of your parents?

That you are not forced to suffer indignities at the hands of the very people who are supposed to love you the most?

That you are capable of independent living? You have skills? And have other options, choices?

Well,
M can't even drink out of a big person cup yet.

So WE are her only option.

Isn't she cute?

I remember when they were just babies...

And now, two eggs per day!

I made this!

Agricultural Products

Our barren, spinster hens...

Have FINALLY produced eggs!
2 Tiny eggs...

Below, T has been told to quit grabbing at the eggs and get at "parade rest".

And on another note,
Here are some photos of our family in Abe Lincoln hats...