Common Sense Lesson #1

If the food you're eating tastes so bad that you think it may be rotten, don't offer it to your coworker. It probably is rotten, and there's a good chance they'll barf on you when it makes them sick.

You're welcome.

The Teenage Years

And so it begins.

My sweet little baby boy, is little no longer.

The Brain turned 13 today.

This morning, as the Brain was lying down in the living room, he wanted SuperD to look at something on his phone.

The Brain: Dad, come here and look at this!

SuperD: YOU come here.

The Brain: Um, it's my birthday.

Wild Bill

Bill. It's a nice name for a man, but it's a pretty lame name for a tropical depression. Pinky says it's a stupid name for a stupid storm. She's just mad because the rain waters caused the creeks at our church youth camp to overflow. Not only did they send the current campers home, but next week's session has been canceled. That was supposed to be Pinky's week for camp. She is now in the depths of despair. And she's a little mad. And a little pouty.

Pinky: God promised not to flood the earth again, and He flooded His own church camp! Who does that?

Rite of Passage

Pinky and the Brain have taken to comparing their height regularly, not only to each other, but also to their mother! Pinky has surpassed me, and the Brain will probably stand taller than me by the end of summer!

My beloved university

Comments before our college preview day

Me: Will you need a jacket walking campus? 

Pinky: I don't know. Is it windy? 

Me: It's always windy on Bison Hill.

Comment in the heat of summertime, after a week at camp on the same campus

Pinky: I wish I was back [on campus]. There's no wind today, but it's always windy on Bison Hill!