Jail

Wm and I are off on Monday for MLK Day, but Steve has to work.  So I was trying to talk Wm into seeing Tangled with me (everyone with kids has been telling me how cute it is!) I showed him the trailer and he has ZERO interest and refuses to go.  So Steve says, "I think it looks good!  Maybe Mommy and I will go and you can stay home." And Wm points a finger at him and yells, "You can't do that!  You will go to JAIL!"

This morning Wm says, "I haven't watched TV in a long time - can I watch a show?"  So I turned on some weird Saturday morning cartoon that we'd never seen.  A commercial came on and Wm asked me to fast forward through it.  I told him I couldn't since it wasn't taped, but that he shouldn't watch them anyway because they'll melt his brain.  He goes, "I do not believe you."  He's getting hip.  Luckily, he grew bored during the commercial and wandered up to his room to play.  That makes 10 minutes of TV viewing so far this month!

Aaaaand...the gods hate me.  Right after we finally all recovered from that stomach bug, I got a demon cold!  I have been sick nearly all week!  I am just now starting to feel better.  Luckily, both Wm and Steve avoided this one.  Only me.  So, the only conclusion is that the gods hate me.  Worst. Winter. Ever.  I am currently trying to talk Steve into moving to Burbank, CA where I have discovered it has been sunny and 78 all week - and will be for the foreseeable future.  I think if we sold everything we own, we'd have almost enough money to last a couple weeks there anyway...