For the Swagger Wagon

Starting Early

We all piled in the van following church today. I asked my typical question, "How was primary today?" and received a non-typical response from The Boy.

"I kissed a girl."

(Um...what?) "Who was it?"

"What?"

"What was her name?"

"I don't know."

And that was that. As we tried, unsuccessfully, to stifle the laughter we tried to tell him that it might not be a great idea to kiss girls in Primary.

According to him, however, "boys kiss girls". 

So, what's he gonna do?

Wow! That Family Picture is OLD!

You know, that one over there on the sidebar!

But, since I can't seem to get another one where a) all 5 of us are in it, b) all 3 of them are looking in the same direction, and c) the boy is actually in the mood for a picture...

you're stuck with a 3 year-old version of our family.

A Laugh Before Dying

He has a fever. And a slight cough. So he lays, pathetic, on the couch.

He beckons to me to come closer and whispers, "I'm dying...I'm trying to hang on, though."

As I stifle my laughter he continues to explain, "When you're super, super sick...you die."

I tried, to no avail, to explain that he is not "super, super sick". 

We've agreed to disagree.

The Canadians Are Melting!

Seriously?

I took this shot right before it bumped up to 101˚. Then 102˚.

Ridiculous.