NapjunkieMom

As a protest for having to do homework, Robert's decided to crow like a drunken and demented rooster while he was working on it. I survived, barely.

I was packing our lunch for the Teddy Bear picnic, and muttered aloud, "Now, what do I need?" Jon immediately chimed in with "a mustache!"

Robert offered the following recipe last night for "Football Cream": half vanilla ice cream, half chocolate ice cream, with just a "hint" of football.

Jon told me that his class took a field trip this morning, to see a gigantic pair of underwear. Upon further questioning, it appears the underwear was large enough that his entire class was able to fit in them. For those of you worried about a giant going commando in the area, the field trip took place in another universe.

Robert said of his brother: "I've known him since he was a lemon wedge." Me: "A lemon wedge?" "Yeah, you know, a little tiny guy."

Jon was more than a little crabby this morning. As he left for school, I said, "Have a good morning!", and he replied, "Have a good DOOM." And to make it worse, he added, "I don't mean you, Romeo."

I looked around Jon's room this morning, and said, "I sure need to dust your room." "Do you need to dust behind my ears, too?" he replied.

Jon had his 6 year physical today, and he had to give a urine sample. "Battle ammo ready," he said, as he prepared to pee in the cup.