How’s my hair?

After a recent haircut trip with Benjamin, we started to walk to the other end of the strip mall to meet up with Mommy and Andrew.  It was a little bit of a walk so we started with some miscellaneous chit chat.  To fill in some more time, I decided to ask Ben about my hair . . . this is how the conversation went: Dad:  Ben, does daddy’s haircut look good? Ben:  If I said no, would you feel...

Nothing to see here, keep it moving . . .

As parents, we are painfully familiar with the locations of bathrooms within the Rochester area.  Besides the normal embarrassment of Benjamin talking too loud in the bathroom stall, dad had another funny experience with Ben and Andrew. Andrew is a big fan of using the big boy urinals (even if it means tip toeing to reach it as dad nervously watches on).  Even though he thinks of himself as a big boy for...

Call Me

So it begins . . . while working with Ben on some of his homework, he abruptly stopped: Ben:  Oh Dad, I got a phone number. Dad:  What? Ben: A girl at school gave me her phone number so I gave her mine. Ben reached into his pocket and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper and handed it to Dad.  Opening up the paper, in green highlighter was some numbers.  Very cute . . . instead of 507 it read 705. ...

What did you say?

The boys have been an endless source of laughter.  We are trying to get better at writing some off it down. Here are a couple of dooseys: A couple more bites Mom:  Ben, just take a couple of more bites and your done. Ben:  (questioning look on his face) . . . so what does that mean . . . two, three, four? I think Ben has learned that the definition of a couple is proportionate to the mood Mom and Dad...