balls and worms. and legs.

it was a hectic weekend.  an emotional weekend. a weekend that i wish we could erase from the books.  bad things, man.  bad things. 

and then there was this....

situation #1: 

little c was playing with his ginormous dinosaur in the living room. 

the result:

little c: "mooooooommmmm!  axel has my balls in his mouth."

you can imagine how that sounded from the kitchen.

um, ew.  please don't look at all the cat hair on that rug.  

situation #2:

driving in the car to pick up big c. 

little c: "daddy, do you want to see my worm?"

oh, come on.  what did you think he was talking about?  

then this....

little c got into trouble for yelling too loudly or jumping to high or something equally as not as big of a deal to me.  it was the aviator's situation.  he went to time out.  little c did.  his fit continued in time out.  the aviator asked him what he wanted to lose for his punishment.  typically it's dessert.  little c's choice: his leg.  

well played, little man.

you rocked the day.

thanks for forcing the smiles on our faces.  

- dimply stacy