|Twiz and his parents|
So we invited them to come over for a casual evening of pulled pork sandwiches and picnic fare. The meal itself was simple, the preparation was not. Drama Queen mopped my floor and scrubbed cabinets while I finished the cookie order this morning. Then she ran errands while I folded a huge pile of laundry. We were a tag-team effort trying to get the house prepped and the food done between my cub scout den meeting and dance runs. Even Gamer got in on the work when he stopped by and the Drama Queen talked him into shredding all the pork and helping build a salad.
|Twiz and his grandparents|
It's the perfect union.
And they brought treats. What more could we want?