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New saying

Cloosty has a new saying appropriate for those WTF moments:


"What the darnit?!"

;D

What's your favorite movie?

Cloosty's favorite movie was Cars.

But he's matured in his taste. His new favorite movie is: Starship Troopers


*sigh*

What's your favorite color?

Christopher's favorite color is chocolate. :)

MMmmm... buffalo chips

Scene: In the car on the way home from Grandpa's house.

Pete and I are talking about how expensive groceries are and what coupons I used this morning at Publix.

Me: The most expensive thing I bought was that candy (for Booing* someone at work)
Pete: Really?
Me: Yeah
Sarah: What candy? (her innate candy detector is always alert)
Me: Candy? Huh?
Sarah: What candy?
Me: Oh, it's icky candy. The kind of candy little kids don't like. It's made of rocks and sticks.
Pete: Yeah. And worms and bugs and mud and bits of grass.
Me: And dirt and cow patties.
Pete: Oh the horror! Cow patties!
Sarah: No it isn't!
Me: Do you know what cow patties are?
Sarah: Yes! Cow poo!
Pete: How do you know that?
Sarah: I just do.
Pete: Would you eat cow patties?
Sarah: Ewww! No!
Cloosty: I would eat a cow patty!

The three of us burst into laughter.

Pete: You like cow poo?
Cloosty: Naw! Not cow poo!

We start talking about buffalo poo aka buffalo chips

Sarah: I like chips!
Pete: You like buffalo chips?
Sarah: No! Those are poo! I like regular chips! What are they made of?
Me: Potato chips? Potatoes.
Pete: Or corn.
Cloosty: I like chips, too!
Pete: You like buffalo chips?
Cloosty: Yeah!
Pete: But they're made of poo! You would eat poo?
Cloosty: Yeah! It's made of yummy poo!

We all burst into laughter again.

Ahhh... the memories we'll have. ;)

*Booing = secretly giving presents of candy and cute Halloween crap to people at work. Normally, at our office at least, when you get booed, you have to reciprocate to 2 other people.

School Pictures

Here are Cloosty's school pictures. Let me tell you - these may be the only way you get to see them - what they are charging for them this year is highway robbery!

Thankfully, the teachers were able to cover up his glued-up boo boo from the day before.

Head banger

So... I get a call from Cloosty's school yesterday morning.

School: Ma'am, Cloosty fell in the gym and hit his head. He's bleeding. You need to come get him.

Aw, man!

The story is he was chasing a ball, got tripped up with it, and ran into a metal support pole. He hit it so hard, he bounced off and was knocked backwards a bit.

When I picked him up, he was in the office, holding an ice bag to his forehead. It's not a big gash, but the it's third one he's had up on that noggin. We went to the doctor where they glued him back together:

Looks very ouchy

Up close

And while these look like mug shots, I managed to unstick some of the hair that got glued down, so he doesn't look too bad today. They also had to shave some hair off. He got the "Best Patient Ever" award, too - such a good boy!

The kicker - picture day is tomorrow.

Dammit.