Max came running towards Ross the other day and had his dog, Burrito, in his hands. He flung the dog as he hit Ross right in the private parts. Ross keeled over and groaned a little bit and Max just said, "Oh, Daddy, you okay?" and gave him a hug and just acted like he was certainly not the cause and was very sweet to make sure all was well.
I meanwhile, was just cracking up the whole time. I forget to have sympathy with that whole boys getting hit there thing...
And tonight as we were saying goodnight to Zoey she just says, "I don't like where my eyebrows are, I want to move them." This isn't totally random, we had a discussion about why we had eyebrows in the first place the other day, but this caught us off guard a little bit,hee hee.
Enjoy President's Day off if you have it!
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Tell Zoey, I don't like where my eyebrows are at either. I need to get them plucked again! Sheesh. Neverending maintenance!!!
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