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Saturday, January 23, 2010

It is 12:45 and...

...the little kid has eaten, so far, today...

2 bowls of oatmeal

An apple

2 bowls of Cocoa Puffs

2 pieces of cheese

and now is having a round meat sandwich. His name for a bologna sandwich.

The kid must be going through a growth spurt. Either that or he has developed a hollow leg or tapeworm. At this rate, he is going to eat us straight into the poorhouse. Anyone want to hire a super-cute 4 year old? It may be time for the kid to get a job. So far, his only real skills appear to be consuming mass amounts of food and taking gargantuan dumps. Oh, and hopping on one foot throughout the house as well as climbing on furniture. He should have a Doctorate in that.

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

You're welcome, Daddy

The middle kid and I were folding clothes in my bedroom the other day. OK, I was foldig clothes, and he was sort of balling things up in piles and calling it good. I won't split hairs on this one, since I think he gets an A for effort. My apologies to a future wife. I think he has mastered that man trick of doing something badly so that he will not be asked to do it again.

Anyway, he was doing a squat-hover sort of thing just over Dad's pillow, and as he gave a "folded" shirt a pitch into a pile, the ol' fanny came out with a phrrrrrrrrt. To which, of course, we laughed uncontrollably. I reiterate that I am a total 10 year old boy inside when it comes to farts and burping. The really great part of this, is that he suddenly stops, gives me the straightest face, and announces, "Well, there is a little something special for Dad when he goes to sleep tonight."

Warped kids...I gotz 'em.