My sons...

Raise your right arm and repeat after me
(your mother, the one who you listen to)

Okay, looks good.

Now...
I, Pierce, will no longer go straight to the cracker drawer.
I will not scatter crackers throughout the entire house.
I will not smash them into the carpet,
or throw them down the stairs.

Perfect!
I'm so glad I am raising you to be a good and trustworthy son.
This issue can now be considered resolved.... RIGHT?!
I love your guts son, but you can make some HUGE messes:)

Now for you little monkey...

I, Cash, will no longer only wear "warm pants" ALL DAY, EVERY DAY!
I will not throw golf balls in the house.
I will not wake my mom up at night with this statement
"Remember when you left me on the road?"
WHAT?
I will not yell at Mater that he needs to take a "pissed off."
(pit stop)
I will not tell me parents that what they need is the "Spirit of God!"
(Who let the preacher in anyway?)
I will remind my parents everyday that I "have a Holy Spirit."
(just not in the middle of a small store in the mall)
This child is learning way too much in primary.
It's making me a little nervous
I wonder what it will be next?!

I love you boys!
Every crazy, messy, dirty, stinky part of ya:)