How do you get grease out of leather?

I am getting worried that my kids don't need me, even the little ones. A quality that I love about my children is that they are "do it yourselfer's" if they want or need something they don't hang around for help.

I'd say 90% of the time they are very good about asking permission, but once I have uttered a child's magic word, "Yes" they are gone. There is no chancing that I might realize what they have asked and change my mind.

For example, Storie asked me yesterday if she could have some peanut butter. I said "yes" thinking as soon as I am done checking my email I will get her some. Apparently that was not in her time frame. Ten minutes later this is what I found...

Rush apparently wanted some peanut better also. I thought it was nice Storie shared with him don't you?
I was thinking Storie wanted a sandwich or apples slices with peanut butter, but now I know when she asks for peanut butter, I can just hand her a spoon and the jar!

Frozen pickle juice, a concession stand delicacy.

In Honor of this sweet little boys birthday, I am reposting my favorite post of him!

Ahhh, the allure of the baseball park concession stand. The aroma of fried food, candy and frozen pickle juice???

For a mere 25 cents you can buy frozen gatorade in a tiny 2 oz. little cup, my frugal heart breaks everytime my children blow all their quarters on these. But what happens when the gatorade runs out? The kids, with quarters burning holes in their pockets start buying the frozen pickle juice.

But, what happens when the baby not knowing any better pitches a fit for the frozen pickle juice expecting something sweet?

Let's find out...

We tried to tell him, we tried to hide it, but somewhere in the back of my sick twisted little mind I wanted to see what would happen.

If you scroll down really fast it kinda looks like one of those little flip books from when you were a kid.

Ya'll wouldn't do that to your kids would you?