Mixing up my words

Getting out of the house with four small children is so gruelling. Just getting shoes on, jackets (now that it's cooler), various toys to keep kids happy, snacks, and then buckling everyone in takes me almost half an hour. As I pull out of the garage, I often think to myself, "We're off like a herd of turtles." Except, the other day I said it out loud to Kelly and mixed up the words. I said, "We're off like a turd of hurdles!"

I couldn't help it, I giggled.

And giggled.

And then giggled some more.