Photo Per Day #4: Funny Boy

Every once in a while, I test the kids' ability to stay out of trouble by peppering them with questions such as, "You're playing in the yard when some dude drives up and tells you that he cannot find his puppy. Do you help?" (Answer: no, freak.)

Last night, I asked the age-old don't let anyone know your parents are not home question, "I am out for a little while and the phone rings. Where do you tell them I am?"

Son #2: "I just tell them you can't come to the phone 'cause you're dropping some friends off at the lake."

Great. That'll work.

Tonight's picture is him greeting me at the door as I came home at 8:15 p.m. Crazy boy.

Etiquette Smetiquette

My coworker and I are in the midst of scheduling conference calls with a number of international Olympiads. (Don't ask.)

My first two calls yesterday, just to get on their calendars, went something like this:
1) I can't talk right now; I'm in the middle of a competition (voice: agitated)
2) I can't talk right now; I'm in the middle of a clinic (voice: whispering)

I asked Jennifer, "Why are these people even answering their phones? Don't they use voice mail?"

Immediately thereafter, she called a guy who said, "Can you call me back later? I'm in the men's room." Then he continued to talk to her for a few minutes.

Has the world gone crazy? I have no problem bringing the phone into the bathroom when I'm chatting with my girlfriends (!) but I don't typically answer it when I'm performing in front of a panel of judges. My medals are too important to me.

Get Your Tickets Here Folks

Little voice calling out from the bathroom, "Mama, Mama."

Response, "Coming! Do you need help?"

Little voice, "No, but you have to check this out! It's bright green!!"

Wow. I can hardly contain my excitement.

Check please.