Jonathan was having a bad case of the "Nos" this morning. He was sitting on the sofa, crying. I asked him if he wanted something to drink, and he said "No". I asked him if he wanted breakfast, and he said "No." I asked him if he wanted to watch cartoons, and he said "No." Jim asked him if he wanted to just sit there and say "No", and he gave a look of recognition and didn't say no.
Highlights of 2012, so far
Jon has taken to calling his brother "Mate". Jon: "I'm going to start cursing in Italian. Uno, dos, tres..." Love it when I wake up from a nap and Robert comes in like a large puppy and cuddles and says, "your breath smells like some kind of cheese." Jon to Jim: You have been deleted by the moderator. "What is love Oh baby, don't hurt me Don't hurt me no more" Robert, in the shower. Robertism #1: I'm going to get naked. Don't you want to see me in all my glory? Consensus: Been there, done that. Robertism #2: The other night at dinner, Robert asked Jon burger could have a bite of his burger. Jon said no. He then sang (to the tune "Imperial March"), are you going to eat that burger? Jon did not yield. It was a good burger. As Jim was cutting into the rhubarb pie, he said "This looks a lot like chicken pot pie." "I'm glad it's not. I hate chicken," said Robert. "And
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