Sweaters and onions

Over the past couple of months, I've had multiple co-workers come up to me at work and give me Oregon Ducks sweaters. They're hard to come by here in Tennessee, as you can imagine, but for whatever reason, they're finding them at Wal-Marts and Goodwills, so they're picking them up for me.

So when I got another one this week, I took it home and decided to let the kids have a crack at it. We tried it on Marty first.

It, uh, didn't fit. Edie saw what we were doing and immediately demanded that we let her try it on, too.

Sure, why not?

Nope, still too big for her. They both had a great time trying to fit into them, though. We thought about trying to cram both kids in there at once, but thought that might create a little more fighting than we were hoping for.

This is completely unrelated to sweaters in any way, but yesterday, we were rounding up books to return to the library. I made the foolish mistake of checking out fourteen of them at once, and of course, they ended up scattered across the entire house. We were searching through the living room, and while I suspected there might be some under the couch, I didn't really want to bend all the way over to check. Edie's small, though, so I picked up the skirt of the couch and asked her to take a look. She got down on the floor, and excitedly said, "Daddy! I found an onion!" She has an active imagination, so I figured it was a block or a toy that she had been pretending to cook with and imagined it was an onion. Sure, sweetie, let's see your onion, I thought.

She, uh, wasn't kidding.

Tamsen had gone shopping the other day and let Edie help her put the groceries away, so we're hoping that's where this came from. It wasn't rotting or anything and still looked okay, so we put it back in the fridge and revoked Edie's onion privileges for a while.