Blood, Skulls and Fire

Last night, I got to sit down and draw with my six year old. We did a drawing competition. I drew a picture of our back yard, while he drew a picture of a skull with fire coming out of the scalp, next to a nocturnal winged creature with fangs and blood dripping out of its mouth. The skull was a skull because it had the blood sucked out of it by the creature, and that's why it was on fire. Kids these days.

Training Wheels Are For Kids

Our six year old started riding a bicycle today at grandma's house. No training wheels, he just started riding. I wasn't there to see it, but next time I'm over there, he can show daddy.

Jungle Boogie

Time to cut down the jungle in the back yard. Slashing the old rainforest. I'm taking a day off from work so Mrs. Scott can run some important errands and meet some important appointments. I plan to attack the yard.

Weed Man

Earlier this week, our six year old, without any prompting or motivation from us, took a garbage can onto the front lawn and weeded the entire front yard. Unbelievable. We won't argue.

Nicknames

We have several nicknames for our kids. But it seems the major ones are Spam, Boo-Boo and Hoocha, oldest to youngest.

How Come You Don't Have A Drawer There?

While brushing my three year old's teeth, he noticed that every door and drawer of the bathroom cabinets had a handle. Except one. The one just in front of the sink doesn't have a knob. It's because the sink is right behind it and a drawer can't work. So he asked, "how tome you don't have a drawer there?"

Winston

Our 8 month old has fuzzy blond hair, just like daddy's. But when it gets wet, like in the bath tub, it can be combed in various ways, and takes on a somewhat strawberry blond like color. One combing makes him look like Winston Chruchill. All he needs is a three piece suit and a cigar.

My Weg Is Scwatching

Thus saith mine thrice birthdayed lad, as he scratched his leg. "You mean, your leg is itching?" I replied.