Why I love Maggie, Part 723

I walk into the house, and I hear my oldest half laughing and half-complaining... he's saying "Mom, don't say that!" And then I hear Maggie yell, in this guy-newscaster kind of voice:

PENIS PROTECTOR!

Apparently, this was her way of reminding him to wear a protective cup to baseball practice.

Tonight, my oldest is away at a sleepover. I just put my other kids to bed... and now Maggie is saying good night. We're going to try and watch a movie. This deserves italics, because it's so freaking rare.

Also, I'm gonna try and, um, score.

Love to all. Even you, the stretch Hummer that didn't signal before it made such a huge turn.