the first who smelt it...

i played mommy the last few days.

and it's hard work.

*my sissie +her hub went to NYC for about

4(ish) days, i watched the 3 kiddos for 2

anyway, jason was there for breakfast yesterday

morning and as i was unloading/loading the (nice)

dishwasher (nice dishwashers make a big difference

in my life. can't wait for a nice one. oh someday. and

someday i'll get a washer/dryer in my living quarters.

that'll be something to celebrate.) i overheard a little

convo between jason and cole (3 yr-old who says "oy"

for the r sound and has a bit of an unexplainable accent

as well. i hope he never grows out of it. well. i hope he

doesn't grow out of it for a while. he might get teased

about the "oy"s if it continues throughout his h.s. career.)

*oh! the whole reason for this covo maybe started with a

(pretty big) toot (or fart, or whatever you call it) coming

from jason's chair at the breakfast table:

cole: (pretty impressed) ahhh! you foyted. (laughing)

jason: i did? (pretending to be shocked)

about 1/2 of a second passed by...

cole: ewe! you smell like a mohawk!

go drink your milk somewhere else!

i guess ya can't slip anything by that one.

and i'm not sure what a mohawk smells like,

but i'm thinkin it's pretty bad.