"Dad!" Logan came running into the room and climbed onto my lap. "The kitty tried to bauf [barf] on me and I runned away."
"He did?" I asked.
"Ya, you know, like when we puke on the highway," he nodded.Yes, I know what you're referring to and so often I wish I could have runned away too. Hooray for car sickness. Now, what do you suppose the cat's problem is?
"Dad, can I help you capture the zucchini?" he asked excitedly.Of course. Now, we'll need a dart gun, a net and a plan.
"Does heaven have cats and dogs that have died?" Logan asked.
"Yes," came our reply.
"Why are the dogs in cages?"I don't know. I wish I did, but I don't.
"How did...that dollar?" Ethan asked.I missed the middle of the question because of the general commotion in the car. From what I was able to glean, Ethan was either asking about the sudden appearance of the dollar in his brother's hand or the dollar he himself had earned the previous day.
"Are you asking about your dollar or are you asking about a dollar that's none of your business?" I inquired.The answer came to him before my question even registered in his brain.
"Oh yeah," he said, referring to his own dollar, "for cleaning the pati...whatever."
"O, Ethan! Pati-O. Patio!"Good grief.
"Let's go to Miloozabum," Ethan suggested.??
"You know, where Aunt Deb is," he patiently explained, with the air of exasperation one gets when being forced to point out the obvious.Oh! Missoula. I'll put away my map of Crazyland and dig out the map of Montana.
Ethan continued to sit in Jessie's chair despite being "attacked". She really liked Ethan and nearly licked his face off. Seconds after this photo was taken, she turned around and rubbed her butt in his face as if to say, "you haven't seen my butt yet, have you?""Oh gosh!" Ethan exclaimed.
