Llamas

Today is Wm's last day of summer clubhouse!! He is VERY sad. They are going on a picnic at Whetstone, so he's pretty excited about that. AND, we should get the letter in the mail today telling us who his 3rd grade teacher will be (finally!) It doesn't really matter since they start switching classes and he'll have each teacher for half the day, but he's still all thrilled to learn who his "homeroom" teacher is.

His weird cough remains.  I told him if it's still there on Monday, he's going to the doctor. He was displeased about that turn of events. He says he wants to get a flu shot because "he doesn't want to get the flu," so I told him we can talk to his doctor about that at the same time, if he wants. He also wanted to make sure I knew he wanted the SHOT. Wm was adamant that he wants nothing up his nose, so the nasal spray is out. He wants the needle. He goes, "a little pinch is better than the flu…or having something in my nose!"

Wm told me last night that I have a "better sense of humor" than Steve because I laughed my butt off when he did this little thing with his hands. All he got out of Steve was a chuckle. So, my sense of humor is about at 3rd grade level, apparently. But, seriously…this is some funny stuff:



Also, the cat is insane. He loves to get inside any plastic bag and hang out. I told Steve he's going to suffocate himself and we'll come down to find a little cat corpse in our paper towel bag. See if you can spot the creepy glowing eye and cat completely within the bag:

Moron Cat

Lastly, Wm dangled a toy between his legs and goes, "I only have one ball. I lost the other one in the war."  No idea.  No. Idea.