Just Don't Start Drinking Absinthe and Cut Off Your Ear

Middle son spent all day drawing yesterday. He's a great little artist, I must say. You should see his Medusa. He also drew a lovely pteradactyl and Jack-Jack (on fire) from The Incredibles with The Fantastic Four's The Human Torch. "He's babysitting."

I kept bringing him snacks, tried sitting with him so he didn't feel neglected, but he curtly asked, "What do you want?" Sheesh!

At bathtime, he weaved this enormous story of the moster and superhero children that go to nursery school with him. "Blob Boy hasn't got any nose. Just one eye and a mouth and he can only go, 'Uuuuhhh.' So when he sings Iensy Wiensy Spider, it goes like..." and then he sung the whole song in "Uh-uh." His standby character, Witchipoo, attends nursery school too. You'll spot her right away. She has green skin and white hair. She likes the kitchen set best, of course.

Took my daughter shopping for this and that, as well as figolli shapes. I bought citrus Listerine with its claim, printed right on the bottle, "Less Intense Taste!" Tried it. Less intense than what? Napalm?!