Kids are fun insane people

I rarely post about anything about me, or actual real-life stuff.

So, enjoy!

Playing with Kari’s nieces and nephews the other day, . . . And they enjoy “performing surgery” on me, which is always enjoyable (usually amounts to one or two of them holding me down, while the third sticks a block in my eyeball).

But then Joe (age 5) hands Danny (age 3) a stethoscope, and says, “Here, use this. You can read his mind!” And Danny (with complete comprehension, apparently) applies the stethoscope to my head and says, “I’m reading his mind.”


Funny, precocious, brilliant lads.

And also dangerous . . .

Today, I had to flee . . . (There was a “Lord Of The Flies moment” when all the kids were yelling in unison “Get him! Get him! Get him! . . .” and chasing me down the stairs [not that I didn’t want to be dressed up like a girl and have makeup applied to me, but because they were trying to A.) cut my hair and B.) stab my eyeballs with a scissors.) See, normally Danny just tries to poke my eyes out with a wooden block (doesn’t work so well). But TODAY . . . he had a scissors in his hands. And, was smiling maniacally. . . .

That is all.

(But, then, I should really just shut my bloody trap. Shouldn’t I.)

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