Thanks Great Uncle Roy

W once again had said more than he should. We are new in our ward and trying to not make any enemies right off the bat. We volunteered to clean the church.

There was an older man there and after W had been speaking with him he said, clear as day, "Can you take your teeth out?"

The man said, "What?"

W repeated himself. The man just stared down at him, dumbfounded. I just stared at him too, horrified.

I'm not sure how that conversation ended or how it was rectified, if it was at all. I think I blocked the rest out and the next memory I have is of the family in the van speedily driving away.

It really was innocent. His Great Uncle Roy plays a fun game of taking his teeth out and scaring the little kids. W thinks that game is the best and was just looking for some way to spice up the night.

Never Boring

You know as well as I know that Vit. D is very good for you and that it comes from sun shining on the skin. If you don't know that then you should. Even Oprah knows this. Anyway, in attempt to get my vitamin D I went out in the sun. I felt bad for our dog and so I let her sit out on the front porch with me. I had my phone and a great book and since our front yard is steep, I had two little boys in heaven as they were sledding as their mom looked on. Well, when it was time to go in because I had soaked up my fill of vit. D, I gathered my book and gathered my phone... wait, where was my phone? I searched all of my pockets thrice. Then I glanced at our large dog down the street where some construction workers were working. I went and got our home phone to dial my cell phone. I couldn't hear a thing, but it turns out I gave the workers something to talk about. They saw their first dog with a ringing head. Yes, that "dear" dog of our swiped my phone and ran away. I finally got it back and other than slobber and snow getting into it, it still works fairly well.

Well, later that night we had family come over for a football game. The boys were playing so nicely downstairs. You ever heard the term "swinging from the rafters"? If you have not then you need to take some vitamin D and get out of the house more. My husband and I mention how well the boys are playing. Then I realize something must be amiss. I call to them and asked what they were doing. "Just swinging," the four year old answers. Swinging?

"What are you Swinging on?"

"A sheet," the nonchalant answer.

"What is the sheet tied to?" I ask bracing myself for the anwer. It was tied to the railing on the stairs - the closest thing we have to rafters. They were having a ball. Sadly, we had to put a stop to the party.

What a day.

One poo, one wipe

I usually get the honor of helping the younger boys in the bathroom. The other day, I was busy and G got the job. He wiped for W and W said, "Ow." after G helped. G didn't think much of it. Then as they were washing hands W said, "One poo, one wipe, and then you tried to stick that thing up my butt." We have laughed hard about that one. I guess G uses a little more elbow grease than W is used to.

Super Gross

Warrick was talking to Glenn about a dream he had. Then he stopped and seemed really disturbed and imbarrassed about a part. He said he couldn't tell because it was too gross. It took several minutes and a Dad growing very concerned about what could be so shameful to a young 4 yo. before he confessed. "We were driving in a car and my foot fell off." W's eyes got incredibly huge as he told the last part and waited for the squirms and horror that his dad was sure to deliver.

G mimicked his large eyes and said, "Oh wow, that is gross!"

W said, "Is that the grossest thing you have EVER heard?"

G said, "Pretty close." He was relieved that that was the grossest thing W. had ever heard.