Rule of Three

My brother's birthday was this past Monday. Here's a funny story:

Every year, Kyle gets "fart" cards. From everyone. So, this year, I thought, "Kyle gets fart cards every year. I think I'll look for something different." I brought the kiddos to Target and we all got a giggle out of two wiener dogs, playing the Wii. (The captions: Wii-ener dogs; and, I hope your birthday is a Wii-nner!) Emily and Christian both completely got the joke.

Fast forward to Kyle opening his cards and gifts. First card he opens is the Wii-ener card. I figured he had opened ours first. Nope. From my mom. Second card, also the Wii-ener card. From us? Nope. From Harvey. Finally, the third Wii-ener card--from us.

Apparently, I was not the only one trying not to do the "fart" card this year.

Happy Birthday, Kyle!

Love, Wii-ener.