Someone must have upgraded my Father. Not only has he joined Facebook, but he started a writing blog about his childhood. Go read his first story. Great stuff. Welcome to the internet Dad.

The following is a chat conversation I had with my wife today:

Susan: oh dear
Bubby ate hairy peanut butter

Edward: yuuuck

Susan: Lauren sent him to the toilet to throw up

Edward: lol

Susan: she is instructing him to make sure he flushes

Edward: for real?

Susan: yes
dead serious

Edward: does he want to throw up?

Susan: apparently he dropped his peanut butter spoon and decided it was okay and he ate it except their was a hair on it.
so Bubby starts gagging
Lauren sends him to the bathroom
Bubby hacks around above the toilet
Lauren turns on the exhaust fan because she doesn’t want the bathroom to smell of peanut butter
i was messaging you and i hear Bubby from the bathroom yell “i got it!”
apparently your son is part cat and can hack up a hairball
cause i went into the bathroom and see the infamous hair on his fingers
he had indeed hacked it up
he washes his hands and gives Lauren a big hug yelling thank you
apparently her advice was just the ticket when you want to hack up a hairball
the only downside Lauren is convinced she smells like peanut butter now and can’t stand it

Kids… you gotta love them!

Sunday, my son showed me his craft from Children’s church, a simple paper with the word “God” and a colorful star. “It a Mario star!” he informed me, “Because we should serve God and Mario!”

Amen.