For your Monday:
Jeff & I are such great parents that I would like to post here an anecdote that illustrates this. And when I say that we are great parents, I mean that we are often NOT AT ALL great parents. And when I say Jeff and I, I, of course, mean Jeff. Consider:
The following is a lovely rhyme that my husband has imparted to the impressionable brain of our eldest son:
"Once upon a time when the moon was green
Around the corner came a pooping machine.
A shot was fired, a scream was heard,
A man got killed by a flying turd"
Noah doesn't fully understand the verbiage and sings it this way:
"Once upon a time when the moon was green
Around the corner came a pooping machine."
(so far so good, pooping is something any child worth his salt understands. However, the rest sort of deviates:)
"An old man got killed by a turtle"
"ha ha ha ha ha ha ha"
The end.