Pokemon meets Mardi Gras
We were driving to Bloomington and the boys were keeping themselves busy playing Pokemon. We'd hear such commands as "Headbutt" or "Rollout" or "Poisonpowder", when suddenly Jon said, "Show your undies!"
Do you want cheese with that whine?
I didn't realize that, along with every contagious disease that comes down the pike, that I would also catch the dreaded scourge of whining. I was at the doctor's office yesterday, loaded down with sweet little baby, when the receptionist handed me a three page document to fill out. "Do I have to do it now?" I whined.
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