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Friday, June 24, 2011


  • With the arrival of his third birthday, Luke has come at me with conversation hard and fast. We painted pictures one day this week and he quickly became frustrated when he could not paint a fish. He crossed his arms over his chest and exclaimed, "I am NOT super!" In his defense, it was a really crappy fish.
  • Tonight at dinner Luke eyed his plate suspiciously. "That's steak, not poop. Wight, Mom? Wight?"  Fair question, son. It's always a good idea to make sure I didn't fix poop for dinner.