What's for dinner?

I have discovered a new way to handle dinner. Honestly, I can't imagine why I didn't think of this before. This article describes one woman's experience with the method. Anybody know where I can buy a sword?

Fashion Sense

Tripp picked out his clothes on his own this morning.


Yes, those are swim shoes. He had on black dress shoes when he went to school, but evidently those make it difficult to ride a bike, so he changed. That's my boy.

How to tell if the bathroom is clean....

Or, an alternate title, "Things I never thought I'd have to say."

Last night, my son had a sleepover. They destroyed the bathroom. After I went in to unclog the sink, I told Tripp that he had to clean the bathroom. He was in there for a while, then he came out to have me come check his work. I went in and looked around...then said "The bathroom is not clean if there is an empty ketchup bottle on the counter." He was surprised. Evidently, in his world, the bathroom counter is an acceptable storage location for empty ketchup bottles.

Other People's Kids

Every day I get to hear a lot of tattling from various kids in the neighborhood. Sometimes the tattling warrants a punishment. Other times it warrants a "get over it." But today was my favorite type of result. A "well, what the fuck were you thinking?" This kid comes knocking, telling on Megan. Evidently Megan had collected some pieces of lumber and the boy wanted her to share. She didn't share, so he threw a rock down into a puddle and soaked himself. He was angry because he got wet. Very angry. I asked, more than once, "So...you're telling on Megan because YOU threw a rock in a puddle and got wet?" His response was always "Yes!"...and we'd look at each other like "What the fuck are you thinking?"