Our “Things That Needta Get Kragle-d” Pile. Under state law, these items cannot be thrown away. Even though they are far past the magical healing powers of super glue.
Bedtime reading is now one picture book and one chapter from a ‘big boy’ book. Or 5 chapters if the main character is in any danger.
Blue raspberry icee x2, chocolate shake, pretzels, Super Mario Bros for Wii, and games at the local arcade. Allowance is a beautiful invention.
An Angry Birds Star Wars Encyclopedia. The best $5 I’ve ever spent on ebay. He ‘read’ it 7 hours in the first three days.
He will no longer eat off plastic plates or from plastic bowls. No exceptions.
“Don’t take mine pitcher being happy about how good I am at Ks. Just pwetend I’m mad about it.”
He was 6 years and 4 days old when he declared that his 7th birthday party will be Mario. The Bros. Not Batali. I hope. Because I found this candle on clearance last week.
“Am I yours favorite boy? You always say it. Is it true?” “Of course it’s true. Always.” “Good. Cuz I love you so much.”
“Mama, come see mine poop! One’s shaped like a cashew and da ovver looks like a peanut!”
[No photo. You’re welcome.]
“I did it wif a pen, cuz I knows I’m dat good at life. And I gived it da biggest star. Cuz I’m good at stars now, too.”
He must find the perfect leaf before getting into the van. But he doesn’t keep it. He crumples it up as he shouts, “Boys like to bweak stuff and girls wear fuzzy boots!”
If a squirrel is spotted, we must all marvel at how it bounces when it runs. We cannot continue our walk or playground shenanigans until the squirrel is out of sight.
“No sacrifice is too great in the service of freedom.” Optimus Prime