Easter pictures will be posted soon, but here's a story to tide you over.
As a bit of background, I've heard that Redbud trees are the true harbingers of spring, as they only bloom when it will really stay warm, unlike the magnolias that nearly always get frostbitten after they bloom. So I am always very excited when they bloom. Thus the following conversation between Rob and I on the way to NJ last weekend:
As Rob, Zack, and I were driving, I commented on the cherry trees that were along the road, then I told Rob that I'd seen Redbuds blooming.
He pointed to some trees along the road and said, "Like those?"
"No, those are maples."
"But they're red and have buds. They're redbuds."
"Buy they're not Redbuds."
"They're redbuds."
"No, they're not."
"They're redbuds."
"No, they're not."
All of a sudden, from the back seat, comes a little voice saying "They're redbuds. They're redbuds. They're redbuds."
Case closed.
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Let's face it, Erica. Moms lose the argument when sons stick up for Dad, which happens more often than we'd like to believe!
I definitely had the thought that I was outnumbered! But Zack sticks up for me in other instances. When Rob grabbed my leg last night as I was walking by and wouldn't let me go, Zack was right there, pulling Rob's hand and telling him "No." He doesn't always like it if Rob puts his arm around me, either. So maybe it all evens out.
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