
Ashlyn turned six today. In keeping with family tradition, we gave her the choice of where to eat out tonight. She had a very difficult time deciding between McDonalds and Brick Oven. Thankfully she opted for Brick Oven. Staying true to herself, she informed everyone that they would need to dress up for dinner, and then proceeded to pick out outfits for everyone in the family. In the end, only Caleb was willing to amend his wardrobe to Ashlyn's specifications.
I keep thinking that as she gets older, all her questions will slowly die away. If you estimate that she asks approximately one question per minute over the space of 3 years, how many more questions can she possibly have? My neighbors are not immune to her questions either. They enjoy relating the latest Ashlyn inquiries. Here is one of her latest-and I may add others at a later time:
Ashlyn to my next door neighbor, Sharleen, "I see your husband at home at lot during the day. Why is he home? It's daytime, he should be at work."
Sharleen- "Well, he lost his job and isn't working right now. He's trying to find another job."
Ashlyn-"Oh, well he can come work at our house. We have leaves he could rake or he could pull weeds."
(Of course this whole conversation was overheard by the husband)





