infamous last words

When you have a pile of kids running to and fro, you never know what to expect. Shane went to Logan to do some shopping (that doesn't seem possible I know). He took Ridge, Brock, and Caleb. On his way home he stopped off at Travs'. The cousins have been dying for a sleep over so Shane thought this was a perfect time. He would bring home Mason and Zoe. It sounded great until he realized he be riding home with 5 kids under 10. He has a hard time if the TV and the toaster are on at the same time. He stopped at BK at fed the masses. Everyone ate except Zoe who only had a fry or two. Anytime you go anywhere with Shane, there is always someone that needs to talk with him. I don't know what it is about gun people. You are automatically best friends and can talk for hours. Here's Shane in burgerking trying to talk with someone and trying to watch over the kids just as the food arrives. He is not a multitasker. He managed to get through it, after someone ate his hamburger and he was left with a mini, and load everyone up again. About 20 minutes into the trip, Zoe pipes up with, I'm hungry. He doesn't know you have to force feed little pups, so he was able to here every 10 minutes the crisis that Zoe was in. I am still giggling. Shane makes it to our house safe and sound. We of course still have a toilet on our front porch from our plumbing woes. Shane, the knuckle head he is, made the blanket statement, make sure you use the bathroom when you get in the house. Mas and Zoe, you need to use the one right there, (it is outside on our porch) it's our special one for visitors. As they were unloading the van, the boys came in and got me and said, you need to see this. Here is little Zoe outside using the pottie. We laugh until we all about need to use it. I guess we need to get rid of our potty, or try to make our gunmakers a little less silly.