My old parents

I discovered recently that we weren't Christopher's first parents.  It seems like he had another set of parents before us, that apparently had absolutely no rules at all!!  Here are a few things we've learned about Christopher's *old parents* in the last couple of weeks:

"My old parents never make me eat supper before eating Halloween candy."

"My old parents have a big swing set at their house I used to play on."

"My old parents don't let me sit in time out."

"My old parents let me eat cookies for breakfast."

"My old parents let me stay up as late as I want."

They sound like some pretty cool people!

No Turkey for you!

"Mommy?"

"Yes Bud."

"I need you to do something for me."

"OK ..."

"You need to make a chicken leg for Thanksgiving.  We can't eat turkey.  The turkey is my friend.  We don't eat our friends."

The friend in question is a blow up turkey they have in the lobby at daycare; he has to give it a hug every time he walks by.  I explained that we weren't going to have that particular turkey on Thanksgiving, but I'm not sure he is convinced.

Next I'm sure he'll want to boycott mashed potatoes since Mr. Potato head is also a close personal friend.

Happy Halloween!

We had Bob the Builder and a Witch this year.  Bob had an unfortunate encounter with some asphalt at daycare this week, but I just told him it made him look like he was a hard worker.  I am hoping it is gone by the time Christmas pictures get taken!.