NapjunkieMom

Robert was drinking an extra serving of milk at breakfast, and I told him he needed to drink it fast, since he needed to get dressed. "Fast and smooth, that's how I drink it." Jon asked me what we were having for dinner this evening. I told him I had not decided. He said, "I want English puppies"! Is that a combination of English muffins and hush puppies? I hope so.

The first thing Jon says to his grandpa is, "Here's a free ticket to see my butt!"

Jon has decided he wants to marry me. (Sorry, Sylvia). When I told him I was already married to his dad, he said, "Let's get rid of him."

1. I'm not going to stop kissing you until you do what I want. 2. You are my sun and my moon. 3. Water is not my cup of tea.

Robert was in fine form this morning. As he was getting dressed, he kept singing, "I am Mexi-co-co-co." And then he spent the rest of the time referring himself as "Me weirdo", as in "Me weirdo needs to wake Jonny up." "Me weirdo loves weirdo mom". Weirdo mom is blessed to have such a weirdo boy.

Dear, dear Jon decided to tell Santa that this year that he wants a "sack of hammers so he can hit himself with them". It could have been worse: "I want a sack of hammers so I can hit my mother, over there, that fat one in the red sweater." (Sigh)

Jon has been watching too many cartoons. His conversations have been peppered with phrases such as "I'm going to hammer your head!" or "I'm going to throw a tomato in your face!." Today's tops them all: "I'm going to clean your catbox!"