The other day, I was up to my eyeballs in errands and tasks for the girls and church and knew I wouldn’t be able to make it by the grocery store.  We needed bread so that I could make the girls sandwiches for their lunches, so I asked Wes if he could stop by the grocery store on his way home.

No problem, he said.

I had very nearly forgotten that I’d asked him to do anything when he showed up that evening at home with the bread…

… and a tub of cookie dough and a Diet Dr. Pepper.  Both of which he handed to me with a flourish as he walked through the door.

Clearly, he can’t follow instructions.  And clearly, he needs to be buying groceries for me EVERY week.

I think I’ll keep him.