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My sister took this picture.

If you are in the St. George area, don’t hesitate to look her up at Stacia Shaw Photography.

Sally has been trying (in vain I may add) to weed out so-called toilet-humor at the dinner table. For me, it is normal dinner conversation. Tonight, it got a little too literal.

Grace: Mom, I’m pooped!

Ava: Mama. I poop! I poop!

Grace and I were talking at breakfast as I perused the new national geographic. I showed Grace a picture of a blue whale.

I asked “Grace, is a whale a mammal?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because whales don’t drink coffee.”

Sigh…

By the way, the definition of a mammal is that the animal: (1) has hair or fur and (2) has mammary glands. Also, nearly all mammals are characterized by live birth.

Ava has really taken to the joke, as I mentioned. So I played it with her…

Dad: Ava, guess what?

Ava: Chickenbutteyeball.

Dad: No, Ava you say ‘what’ when I say ‘guess what.’ Ava, guess what?

Ava: Mmmm-hmmmm.

Dad: No, you say ‘what.’ Guess what?

Ava: Mmmm-hmmmm.

Dad: No, say ‘What.’

Ava: Chickenbutteyeball.

And repeat ten times.

Can Jackson babysit on Friday night?

No idea how this picture ended up on my flash card…

Q: What’s Up?

A: Chicken Butt Eyeball.

Hysterical laughter follows from G and A.

Caleb is getting big fast. The third time around, it seems like the milestones are here before you know them (well, the first 8 weeks still feel like 12 weeks, but then the baby sleeps through the night…)

Click the thumbs for bigger picture (Wordpress finally put in a nice gallery feature)

See what we deal with at dinner. One won’t eat her greenbeans. One won’t eat faster than a bite per five minutes. One thinks shirt is optional, but can’t figure it out. Two parents are ready for bedtime.

So Ava, what was your lesson in church about?

Grace is a little more dignified.

Ava has entered that stage where I cannot understand 1/3 of what she says.

My favorite, however, is her pronounciation of “Yes.”

Yeessth!