Presidential Hair

My kids have been bugging Mark to cut their hair for a couple of weeks. If their hair starts to get at all what they think is "long," they start to worry they are going to look like a girl. Their hair could be an inch and a half long and they freak out, "I am going to look like a girl! Cut it!!!" Girl is a bad word in our house.

The other day Charlie and I were in the kitchen together. He looked up at me and out of the blue said, "I need a haircut." I thought he was going to make a comment about looking like a girl, but that was not on his mind that day. "If I don't get these things cut off (he pointed to his sideburns) I am going to look like Abraham Lincoln."

Jack the Trainer

As usual, I was complaining about my weight (I would always like to lose some). I was talking about how I exercise, but nothing seems to change. Jack volunteered, "I could be your personal trainer." I looked at him and wanted to laugh so badly, but he I could see he wasn't quite finished. "But, I can tell you that it isn't going to be easy," he said. "I watch the Biggest Loser."

Rotten Brains

Henry and Charlie have been home sick ALL week! Needless to say they have been playing a lot of video games. I told them to come upstairs so we could go to Redbox and get a movie. Charlie said, "Do you want us to stop playing our video games because if we keep playing we will rot our brains out?" When I asked Charlie where he heard that he said Jack told him. Jack is the last person I would take rotten brain advice from.

"Yeah, you have been playing too many this week," I said.

Henry grumbled, not thinking I could hear, "So we're going to watch a movie instead, like that isn't going to rot our brains out."

Charlie put his hand up on his forehead (they have had fevers, so he continously checks his head) and said, "I think my brain is already rotten."