NapjunkieMom

I used to be able to draw almost anything and Jon thought it was fantastic. He asked me to draw one of the characters from "Thomas the Tank Engine". He took a look at it and said, "Not even close." Sigh.

Jon went with me to vote. He kept quoting the Simpson's episode from last Sunday, "Three votes for McCain, four votes for McCain..." Fortunately, no one accused him (or me) of electioneering. He was a good boy for most of the time. We had to wait twenty minutes or so. When I was casting my vote, he decided that would be a good time to kiss my hand over and over. When I stopped him, he decided to sit on the floor underneath the voting booth, where all three of the voting booths were plugged into an outlet! An alert election volunteer said nicely, "Don't touch that!"

We were trick-or-treating in our neighborhood, and we kept emphasizing to the kids that they needed to watch for cars. Two cars rounded a corner and Jon yelled, "Look! Cars! Have mercy!"