Precious Preston

Jorja has a hard time being brave enough to speak Chinese in class. Before she left for school, I challenged her to say a sentence in Chinese to her teacher. If she did, I would give her a quarter. Bribery, I know. Anyway, Preston overheard this conversation and wanted to know why he never got quarters or dollars. So I start wining . . . no one ever gives me dollars . . . I do jobs like the laundry and cleaning the bathrooms and no one gives me dollars. Preston looks up at me and says, "One day they will." I started setting up the Dominion game (which Preston won even though I was positive I was going to win . . . how did he win? By buying estates! We each had 6 provinces, but he had been buying estates randomly . . . and it won him the game.)

Anyway, I could hear Preston fiddling around with change. I thought he was getting into the treasure chest, where Mike and I have coins. I thought, "How sweet. He is going to bring me a quarter." A few minutes later, Preston said he had a surprise for me and wanted me to close my eyes. When he said OPEN! He was holding a $5 bill. He said, "This is for you." He got the money from his bank. He had pried the bill out of his car bank and was giving me his birthday money. I couldn't believe it. I told him that was the nicest thing, but I still wanted him to have his birthday money. He looked down and said, "But I was giving it to you." Wow. I love that boy. (Don't worry, I didn't take his money.)

Now to my embarrassing story of the day. I bought a turkey breast at the store the other day. I wanted to cook it for dinner tonight. Mike has always done the turkeys, but I thought I would give it a shot. I got everything ready and put it in the oven for three hours. Awhile later I decided to make rolls. I melted the butter/sugar concoction on the stove to put in the flour mixture. When I had the rolls ready to rise, I went to get Mike at work. Maysen was babysitting and I let her know I had the stove on. I have never left home before with the stove on, but I was pretty sure everything would be fine. When Mike walked in, he noticed the burner was on the stove. Apparently instead of turning off the burner when I melted the butter, I turned off the stove. Good one Steph. I am sick to my stomach about it though. Not just because I messed up dinner (again), but of what could have happened. I am so lucky no one got burned while I was gone. Especially Jorja. I know she microwaved something. She always climbs up on the stove when she does that. SO THANKFUL she didn't put her little hand on the burner! Man, some days I wonder why I even try.