Down South doins

Busy morning at the tax office with those refund anticipation loan clients banging through the door by 8 a.m., then a enough of a lull that I was able to get off a little early and spend the afternoon with the younguns.

Jami, Jerri, and I were sitting in the dining room playing a game of Phase 10, Jillian wandered out of the room, we thought she was going to play in Zach's room.
A minute or so later we hear this awful racket, like the kids are throwing someone through the wall or something, Jerri says, "It's got to be Jillian" and jumps up at a run to go see. The little Miss had the freezer in the utility room open and was tossing pheasants and chicken parts over her shoulder while she searched for popcicles.

Ya'll remember this child is not quite 18 months old.

Shortly before that, Jordan went in search of her, after she'd been out of sight for 2 whole mintues, and found her in my bathroom, she'd stopped up the toilet with paper, emptied the trash, mopped the toilet bowl with 2 towels, and sprayed cleaner on the toilet seat.

She is her father's child for sure!