What I Did Today

This.

Pearly Whites

This morning, as Mom brushed her teeth, I put a toy in the toilet, pee'd on the bathroom floor, and then put the same toy in my mouth. I wonder why Mom glares when the dentist says she should floss more.

Liquid Courage

I don't know if it was the blazing heat, or the water falling on my head when Dad made me go back over to the water playscape at the park, but I just knew I couldn't go on any longer without letting her know how I felt.

You see, life is too short. You never know what might happen that will cause it all just to end. Traffic accident. Illness. WATER FALLING ON MY HEAD WHICH DAD KNOWS I HATE SO I DON'T KNOW WHY HE WOULD TAKE ME BACK OVER THE THE WATER FOUNTAINS THAT EXIST SOLELY FOR THE PURPOSE OF MAKING WATER FALL ON YOUR HEAD!!!!!!!!!

So I decided I couldn't wait. In a move that will forever be legendary in the 16-20 month Sunday School class, I picked a flower and offered it to her.

I waited in breathless anticipation. It was only a few seconds as she looked at it, but man, did it seem like a lifetime. Would she take it? Would she turn away and laugh? Would she grab it by the petals and crush it, along with my heart, hopes, and dreams? Would she have really any idea what the heck was going on? Dad was there and just kept whispering "But what about Chickpea?"

And she took it. Oh, my heart lept like Shadow when Dad runs the remote controlled car into her legs. The world was as shiny as a used but still very reliable and nice Lexus. Her name I wanted to scream from the top of the rooftops, but then I realized that that sounds dangerous climbing all the way up there, and gee, I am a little risk averse, so instead I said softly "Lala. Lala."

Is it love? Who knows? Is it like, like? Probably not. Is it heatstroke? Possibly.

That sound you hear is Mom sobbing softly in the other room.

Just Say D'oh!

Play-doh, that is. Yep, it's one of my new favorite things to do. Mom and Dad roll it out for me, and then we press cookie cutters into it. We make dogs (woof) and cats (rrwawr) and then make little pieces of food for them.

Then, sometimes we make trucks. And then we make food for them too. Come to think of it, I'm not sure when Mom and Dad feed the big cars. Must be after I go to bed.











We saw our good friends the H's the last two weeks. We played with Play-doh when they came to visit. I must note, however, that they did not understand the concept of only playing with one color of toy at a time. Some of the Play-doh actually got mixed together. Guys! C'mon! If I wanted brown Play-doh, I would've bought brown Play-doh.

This principle, by the way, applies to all toys. Not just Play-doh. Blue toys go with blue toys. Green toys go with green toys. Yellow toys go with... you guessed it, yellow toys. Red toys go with purple to.... Gotcha! But God created a universe with order-- and we will keep it ordered, people.




I have also assigned colors to the family as well. The code is as follows:

Green - G-daddy
Yellow - Josh
Red - Mom
Orange - Dad

Pass it on. Along with the definitive list of d'ohs.