Silly scripture study

We have this game called "Flushin' Frenzy" that my sister Kelline sent to us a few years ago—right in the middle of COVID lockdowns. She thought we'd get a kick out of it. And we did.

The kids still like to play it. Rachel has catlike reflexes when it comes to grabbing that plastic poop in midair. No one can ever beat her.

#Fail

This afternoon I decided we should embark on some "spiffy up" projects. 

Rachel will be leaving for college soon, which will cause a domino effect of sorts in the bedrooms. Perhaps musical chairs is a more appropriate analogy. Either way—we'll be switching up who's bunking with whom. 

"I'd like you guys to help me decide which board books we should keep and..."

"Okay!" Phoebe said. "No problem: All of them."

"But surely we don't need all of them."

"We do! I don't even know how to read yet! I need the book about the trains. I need the book about the little farm animals. And just...we need all of them, okay? 'Specially the book about the trains."

So apparently we're into trains right now.

And it's too soon to be getting rid of board books. 

We have spiffied up nothing.