I'm frequently at a loss for words. I was trying to say I needed to get something out of the garage, but couldn't think of the word, and Jon helpfully added, "You need to get something out of the dungeon?"
Robert recently graduated from Nickelodeon to the Cartoon Network, and I'm worried if it might be a bad influence on Jonathan. Last night, out of the blue, he said, "Not another zombie massage!"
Robert had a dish of whole dried plums, and I saw that Jonathan was eating one. I told Robert, "That was certainly nice of you to share your snack with Brother." He said, "I didn't give him one--he helped himself." I went over and looked in the bowl--there was one left. "How many did he take?" I asked. I realized that was a stupid question and started taking the plums out of Jonny's mouth. One, two, three, four were pulled out, just like the magicians' scarf trick.
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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