I realize we're now in a completely new year, but hang in there. I've still got one from Thanksgiving to post.
Winston told me the other day he wanted the "jammies with the porch." It took me a while, but I finally solved it: sports. Those sibilant words are tricky. He eats yogurt with a poon, his birthday is going to be a peshle day, and he likes to stick piders up his nose. Did I ever tell you that one?
Daddy sacrificed needles in the face twice for each kid to put on the star.