Wooden Spoon Kind of Day

There has been way too much togetherness the last two weeks. Couple that with Evan's 543rd ear infection and maybe a little of Keagan's mischievious personality, and we have ourselves a touchy situation. With both boys in tow, this is how I walked into the commissary today.

It's amazing how well everyone (retirees as well as young children) will listen to you when you are on the canned good aisle and you pull out a wooden spoon.

I know it is hard to believe that these two angels would require the threat of a wooden spoon spanking to keep them in line.

I assure you it happens rarely.