Friday, September 28, 2012

How we spent our summer

He came rushing inside and grabbed his (brand new) jacket.  "Why are you putting on your jacket?"  I asked.  "It's 80 degrees."

"I am going to ride down the hill on my stomach," he explained.  "I need protection.  I need leathers."

"Why don't you go find that leather cowboy jacket in the dress up box?  It will work better and your new jacket will not get ruined."

His eyes lit up and he disappeared into the basement.  He reappeared attired as you see above.

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Motivational Fright Wig

I've been terribly busy, as you can see:

Hair this big does not happen without great effort.

I know.  I look like Phil Specter.  But it motivates the hooligans.  They get out of bed in a timely manner to come see how insane it is every morning.

We are never late to school.