We got the kids ready early today, so Mower turned on the tv and found a Backyardigans for the kids to watch, the cowboy one. I'm doing dishes, an act that I think justifies me getting a sainthood since it was only 8 am and I didn't even scream at Mower for not doing dishes the past twelve days--yes I am counting, buddy. Moments after congratulating myself for being such a wonderful mother, Mower had me in stitches with this comment as he watched Pablo and Tyrone on horses:

"I hope this isn't an episode of BrokeBackyardigans. Why can't I quit you, Tyrone?"