roll call

Oh. My. Word.

It's been a day. You know the kind. When it's 8:00 and you are thanking the lord baby jesus that it's almost over. 

When your nerves are fried and no one has napped despite multiple-birthday-party-exhaustion. Every sentence you utter is a struggle to keep your sarcasm in check. You exchange a meaningful glance with your spouse. You are united. Solidarity! You can get through this together. You steady your resolve.

And then you desperately try to identify the child standing before you beating his brother over the head with a rubber purple snake. And you falter. And you end up calling roll.

Elroy ... Dustin ... Willie ... JOE STOP THAT NOWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!

My nana used to do this. List every one of her seven grandchildren before arriving at the correct name. I used to think she was nuts.

But now I know better. 

olive juice, okay?

emily

p.s. Just for fun. 

Ella Lois Ainsworth (the one without the hat):
the original roll caller