For those of you who thought Misty was being "motherly" in my Then & Now post. You didn't get the whole story.
Misty says, "Don't even think about taking my chewie."
Oreo says, "I'm cuter. I get whatever I want. Dontcha know? And I want what you got!"
Misty's thinking, I so want to bite your head off right now, but I know you're just a toddler.
Oreo says, "Did I do something wrong? Why'd you give her another one? Can I have that one too? This is so unfair."
My hip Dad is doing well. He made it through surgery, and now we have to hope he behaves himself in the hospital. They want you up and moving as soon as possible. Mom said "Mr. Exercise" was already doing exercises he read in a brochure last night. I fear my incessantly competitive Dad may start challenging interns and young doctors to races down the hallway.