Training Gentlemen

Isaac was smiling. I asked him what he was thinking about. He said he was thinking about me. Then he asked if there were any flowers around. Me: "Oh, you better ask dad." Isaac:"Why?" M: "Because dads know where all the flowers are." I: "Why?" M: "Because they are the ones who give the flowers to the moms." I: "Hmm. (Thinks for a minute.) Well I know...I'll just get you a drink of water."

Absent

You'd forget about blogging too if you got to kiss these chubby cheeks all day!

What Are They Teaching...

...my kid on the BUS!!

Dinner conversation a few nights ago:
Isaac: "Mom, I know what the "A" word is."
Me: "Well, don't tell me because I don't and I don't want to."
Isaac: (Letting out a stressed sigh...)"Yeah, I know lots of bad words."

The truth--I actually do wonder what it is. Apparently, I am quite far behind because according to Isaac the "J" word is the WORST and, honestly, I can't think of a single bad "J" word. This one must be a doozy.

Hmmm??

Little Master Mischievous, in the cookie jar,
Who has ever told you where the cookies are?
Now your sticky fingers smear the curtains white;
You have finger-printed everything in sight.

There's no use in scolding; when you smile that way
You can rob of terror every word we say.

--Edgar Guest--

I think he wanted the cookie on the bottom.