Story of my Life

   At our house, there is always a ball being dribbled.  Always.   Derek, Tyler, and Logan can't not see a ball and not dribble, play catch, or throw it off a wall.  It never stops.  Never.  

    So one morning when I walked into the kitchen, and saw giant mess of crumbs, I wasn't surprised to have this conversation:

Me: Logan, why are there all these crumbs on the floor?

Logan:  I accidentally dribbled on a wafer. 

Story.  Of.  My.  Life.