You get what you ask for... sometimes

I ask my son for a piece of toilet paper so I can, in a very lady like way, blow all of the snot out of my schnoz.

I get this...

and on his second try, this...

and on his third and final try, this.

Editors Note: Only about five trees were killed in the capturing of this moment.

I ask for a pair of shoes to walk out the door with on a very average t shirt and capri jeans kind of outing.

I get these...

"See mom? They aren't just for your costume (think 80's party) they look pretty!"

Scarlet pouted about my final choice of flip flops for the rest of the outing.

I ask for some shoes to fit my son whose feet will not squeeze into a single pair of his shoes.

I get... cowboy boots!

"Thank you mom! Now I get to be a bad guy!"

Hold up.

"A bad guy? Rhode, cowboys can be good guys too!"

With his bad guy face on, "No mom, in these boots, I am a bad guy."

Definitely not what I asked for.

That's when I had almost given up hope and started actually doing things for myself...

until...

I asked Jon if there was something we (ahem, he) could do to make our front courtyard a little more appealing.

I get...

Sod, gravel, two garden beds with their own drip system, and a whole lot of loveliness.

Aaaahhhhh....

Just to see if my luck was changing, I ask if someone could keep me entertained while the men scampered away to Priesthood session last weekend.

I get... cookies. Lots and lots of cookies. And fantastic company.

The company.

And the cookies...

Honey Crisps

Red Hot Cinnamon Bark

Rolo Cookies

Ten Cup Cookies

Almond Joy Cookies (my favorite of the night)

Lemon Biscotti Cookies

Homemade Graham Cracker S'more Cookies (by me)

Cinnadoodle Cookies (also by me, and my second favorite)

Since it has worked thus far, anyone up for cleaning my bathrooms?

No Rhode, put your hand down. Anyone? Anyone?