The last word.

My three children were eating dinner with Sam, Jack and a four year old little boy named Logan . Logan and his father are Tarheel fans and as you know our house is a Wolfpack house. Corey has trained our boys well. They know not to pull for the Carolina blue team. In fact, Corey has told the boys that the Tarheels (and their fans) are babies. To which Cade adds the adjective whiney in front of the word babies. Keep in mind Cade is a "gotta have the last word" kinda person. Here is what happened.....

All the kids are at the table ready to eat and I am bringing them their plates. I say, "Who would like to say the blessing?" They all reply, "I do!" So, I let each one pray. Logan first. Cade second. Cannon third. Sam last. Time to eat. Cade says I want to say another prayer. Do you tell a child no? So I said, "Okay, Cade." This is what he prayed...

Dear God,
Thank you for giving me the best team (Wolfpack). Thank you for giving Logan the not-so-good team (Tarheels). They are whiney babies. Amen. Bye Bye.

Enough said. Cade got the last word. It was hilarious. Corey said to me, "I'll have to break it to Cade later that the Wolfpack have been stinking a lot lately."