June 18, 2005

• “Mom, my nose is bleeding,” whines Jonathan.
  “Well if you would stop sticking the marker up your nose it would stop bleeding,” my mom responds.

  For the record it was not actually bleeding. It was a red marker.

  Edit:
  Today at the pool:
  “How old are you?” (Matthew)
  “I’m older than 9 and a half” (Max)
  “So you’re 9.” (Matthew)

  P.S. I’m scared that old comments aren’t available right now. I’m glad old posts are safe, but still.

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