I get tired - really tired - of the kids leaving the back door open.  The weather is pretty nice outside here, so the kids are in and out, in and out, in and out.  And apart from that stupid beeping noise that alerts me to the fact that someone has just gone in and out for the one millionth time, the most annoying thing in the world is when I know they have not shut the door because the lack of beeping lets me know that a door is still open.

So I fall into the trap of yelling typical mom things at the kids:  "Shut the door!  Were you born in a barn?!"

I suppose it was just a matter of time until one of the kids got smart about a retort to that question.  It happened today. 

"Will!  Were you born in a barn?!"

He didn't hesitate.  "Jesus was and that worked out pretty well."