Seriously now, doesn’t everyone know you’re never supposed to ask?

I was asked by

two different dental hygienists,

who were both women,

in two different offices

on two different days,

while wearing two different outfits

in the same month

while I was not a patient.

The funny thing is, even I don’t think I look pregnant.

Taking the easy road out…

I think I’m going to take a little break from this for awhile.

I seem to always need a break around November for some reason.

Several projects right now are eating up all my creative time and energy.

Hopefully I’ll be able to dive right back in at the end of the month.

See you then.

He makes up words too.

One of J’s favorite people at church is “Kake”.

Apparently, her parents put a ‘t’ in the middle of her name, but there’s no telling J that.

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The boys all like to look up and read about different animals and creatures. J was looking up big cats. He was showing me pictures of them in the book and naming them as he went along.

“Lion, cheetah, panther, jag water…”

“Wait, what is that again?”

“Jag water.”

“Oh, yeah.”

(That’s right. I didn’t correct him.)

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We caught two more mice in the car. (I don’t want to hear about it.)

The boys, of course, had to go out to survey the damage.

J was the first one back in with a report.

“And remember where you seat is, Mom?”

“Yeeees?”

“There’s a mouse there that got smapped!”

“Smapped?”

“Yeah, smapped in the trap!”

Smapped: To get smashed in a snapped trap.

My singular wish is that all mice shall be smapped mice.

 

What’s wrong with this picture?

If you guessed that it looks like a monkey with some school scissors got busy, you’d be right.

He said he had to cut it twice because he didn’t get enough hair the first time.

I asked him what he did with the hair and he said, “I just dropped it.”

I’m still looking for it.

Apparently he was following the lead of his oldest brother, C, who decided to play barber with middle brother, S. S allowed him to, even though he told C it was a bad idea. Apparently C is a better barber though, because there is no discernible difference in S’s hair.

In the end, they didn’t get in trouble. It took us all day to even notice J’s hair.

And we figured, walking around with your hair like this has got to be some kind of punishment.