On today’s edition of When Daddy Dresses Me, we find out what happens when The Dudes are left to their own sartorial devices.
IN FEBRUARY.
When Daddy Dresses Me
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The moment at which The Dudes were seized by a sudden, burning desire to become Shriners.
When Daddy dresses me
Keeghan is modelling an 18-24 month cardigan on the top… And 4T shorts on the bottom.
Tonight on Stupid Sibling Tricks
I will demonstrate how I can make my brother hand me my bottle using only the power of my mind.
Also, I will take throwing things on the floor to the next level, and use the legs of my high chair to affect the bottle’s trajectory.
The only problem here…
Is that, since I didn’t expect these to live, based on the fact they were planted by Ian’s toy backhoe and tended by my notorious black thumb, I don’t know what any of them are.
What’s in store
Apparently getting five (?) teeth at one time is no fun. So tonight might look a lot like this.
Speculation abounds
Obviously what actually happened here is under the heading of “unknowable,” but, here’s what I can tell you. This bird has no head. And The Dudes have a couple of theories.
Ian: Mommy, why is that bird not moving?
Me: Well, it’s dead, sweetie.
Ian: What happened to it?
Me: Well, since it has no head, I’m going to guess a bigger bird came and ate its head.
Michael: A bigger bird? How much bigger? What kind of bird would that be? This bird is plenty big.
Ian: Just, a bigger bird, Daddy.
Michael: What, like a bald eagle? A pteranadon? What are we talking about here?
Ian: Daddy, there are no such things as pteranadons any more.
Later on in our walk, we happened to pass an illustration of a bald eagle that had a shield with the stars and stripes on it. Ian took one look at that picture and said, “That Eagle of the United States of America came and killed that other bird.”
You oughtta be in pictures
Mark Your Calendar
Ian is wearing shoes that are neither white nor Stride Rite!
Overheard
Me: (to Michael) Sophie has been trying to teach Keeghan to say, “monkey see, monkey do.”
Ian: No, Mommy, it’s “Monty SEE, Monty DO.”
Me: Monty? Who’s Monty? It’s definitely “monkey see, monkey do.”
Ian: No. There’s no monkey.
