Medium Evil

Teeth continue to fall out of Wm's head.  He now has that 2nd grade scraggly smile with missing teeth, new teeth coming in all at different rates, and all kinds of weird things going on.  Good times...

I call Wm "Tiny Evil" all the time.  So the other day I was talking to Steve and called him Big Evil.  Yesterday, Wm says to me, "Hey, Medium Evil, can I have a snack?"  

Then, I was trying to reach the box of tissues Steve put on top of the kitchen cabinets and I'm almost a foot too short to even get close.  I go, "Hey, Longshanks, can you come get me the tissues?" Wm says, "What?" I go, "I'm talking to Daddy.  You're Shortshanks." And he goes, "Oh…right."  Haha!!