Our phone conversation went something like this:
g-ma: Hi, Drew, do you want to come spend the night at grandma's house?
D-man: No.
(obviously he's not comprehending)
g-ma: Drew, you can pack your suitcase, come spend the night at my house.
D-man: No your house.
(what? Drew usually loves to come over, he really must not be hearing this right.)
D-man: No your house. bye.
Finally Ashley get's the phone, she can explain to him what I'm saying.
g-ma: I'm trying to ask Drew to come spend the night.
Ashley: He has a play date with his friends tonight that he wants to go to.
What? He has friends? And play dates that he remembers? I was rejected for pistol pete's? But I bought you fish to feed....We have Nemo and Cars and popcorn....I even have koolaid that I don't water down when your mom's not watching.
From this moment on, grandma's house will have to compete with his friends. I am crushed.
 





 
  
 




 
 
 
  These are the BYU Boys as they're called at our house (L-R Chad, Jeff, Tyson, & Shawn). These guys are friends of Jenn's who are here from Utah for summer-only jobs. After seeing their dietary habits during the week, she jumped into Relief Society compassionate service mode and invited them to our family Sunday night dinners.
These are the BYU Boys as they're called at our house (L-R Chad, Jeff, Tyson, & Shawn). These guys are friends of Jenn's who are here from Utah for summer-only jobs. After seeing their dietary habits during the week, she jumped into Relief Society compassionate service mode and invited them to our family Sunday night dinners.

 I love seeing them in tuxes - it only happens a few times in life.
 I love seeing them in tuxes - it only happens a few times in life.
