i'm not ready...

i went to Kroger this weekend.
and received a text reminding me to get milk.
this was from my husband.
which would not be surprising.

the notable part was that the rest of this was actually from anth.
on his own.
while dad was out of the room.
(note: "grossers" = groceries and "complmints" = compliments)
bern came back into the living room and asked anth where his phone was.
"right here, dad," said anth.
pointing to his pocket.


i sense that i might be in trouble sooner than i thought...