Friday, February 17, 2012

Whatever it is I think I see...

I could see his infectious smile long before he ran to our waiting car. He was absolutely beaming. I couldn't imagine what had made my boy so happy.

He hopped in the car. In my raspy bronchitis-y dying bird squawk, I said hello and asked him how his day went. He just continued grinning at me.

A few seconds later he thrust the object of his mirth between the front seats. Because I share a sense of humor fitting of an 8 year old boy, i also collapsed into hysterical raspy laryngitis-y guffaws.

Here it is:

How many licks does it take to get to the center of a Tootsie Poop? The world may never WANT TO know.

Saturday, February 04, 2012

I can post from my phone now?!?

It would seem I have no excuses left then.

More to come.