Paul free-styles the Alphabet Song

It's Jazz, baby. It's all Jazz. . .



I regret that I did not video capture the number immediately preceding this one - it was an ode to a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, and full of "yeah!" and happy noises.

Well. OK, then.

Paul and Joss are fighting, as they do.  I pick Joss up, and his breath smells like candy.

Mommy: Joss, what's in your mouth?
Joss: Um, I don't know.  Something.
M: Is that candy?
J: Yeah, it's a gummi. (holds out his hand to show me another gummi.)
M: Who gave you permission to have candy?
J: (thinks about it, looks at me wide-eyed) I did!

Invisible Animals

[At the end of storytime, going to sleep. Paul is still sitting up.]

Paul: I think I smell something.
Dad: You do?
P: I think it smells like wet dog. Only stronger.
D: I don't smell anything. Is it your blanket?
P: I think it is an invisible animal.
D: Really?
P: I know what it is. An invisible wet dog is walking down the street.
D: Oh.

Another Old Saw

He just had an itch on his nose, is all.

Trick or treat!

Halloween trick or treating came late for us, but better late than never!