wordless wednesday

 crossing fingers and even a tongue ... let's just say that if we do win it all, one our first purchases will be new sets of pajamas

one would have to be living under a rock to not immediately recognize what liam is holding in his hand -- a powerball lottery ticket.*  well, five powerball lottery tickets, to be exact.  these tickets might have been bought by a mother with a severe case of fomo who just couldn't bear to be the only family in raleigh without the possibility of turning into billionaires overnight, who left her children at home alone when she realized she had only two hours left to purchase said tickets and raced out to the nearest gas station to find herself tenth in line, surrounded by nine other fools hopeful dreamers, and who raced back home and let her children pick the number combination that will be theirs even though her son said that legally he nor his sister are old enough to participate.

as i tucked him into bed tonight, liam gave me a kiss and then said, "i don't mean to sound negative, but i'll bet you a ton of money that we don't win."

"sorry, but i can't take that bet," i replied, shaking my head.  "i just spent all of my extra cash on powerball tickets."

* i just looked back at the photo and realized that one might actually not immediately recognize that what liam is holding in his hand is a powerball lottery ticket.  that's because i'm a very savvy player, and don't want all my thousands of blog followers to be able to read my numbers and see that i'm the grand winner before i've contacted my lawyer and financial advisor.  you can never be too careful, you know.