Drinks

Last night I went out with the Relief Society President to visit some sisters in our ward. Stephen stayed home and took care of Maycee.

When I got home, Maycee was in her Bumbo on the kitchen counter.

I was excited because it was my turn to hold her while Stephen read scriptures before we put her to bed.

I ran over to get Maycee out of the Bumbo and Stephen pushed in front of me the carry her.

This is what he said:

"I'll carry her to the couch. You might drop her! I haven't seen you for the last two hours and I don't know if you've had anything to drink..."

Apparently the Relief Society President is more of a partier than I even knew!