Can you put on my wig?

The other morning I had an early meeting and left the house right as the girls were waking up. We were running low (I mean really low) on groceries so John packed the girls up for a quick trip to the grocery store before school. This was the same day as Ava's 'rock star' day at her summer child care which, of course, requires a Hannah Montana wig. And of course that wig needs to be part of the trip to the grocery store.

Later that morning the following email arrived in my in-box from John:

We had a good time picking out 'o-nuts' and groceries.

Dad: "Now let's get juice."

Amelia: "YEAH, JUICE!!"

Dad: "We better get some eggs."

Amelia: "YEAH, EGGSSHH!!!"

Ava: "You make good omelets, Dad. Can you put on my wig?"

Is that Hannah Montana?

Is that?

O-NUTS!