A little bit of nothing

Not much going on so I’ll just make fun of the kids as usual.

This conversation went down today:
Vincenzo: [holding up a shell]  Mom, guess what animal would wear this shell.  I’ll give you a clue: it’s round.
Me: A turtle?
V: No.  I’ll give you another clue.  It has square patterns on it.
M: A turtle?
V: No.  I’ll give you another clue.  It starts with the sound “turt.”
M: Ummmm…a turtle?
V: No.  I’ll give you another clue.  It starts with the word “turtle.”
M: …
V: A cat!

 

I don’t know what is more disturbing about the following picture: that Vincenzo seems to be flashing a gang sign or that he ate the middle out of a piece of bread and is now wearing it as a garter.  All I know is that the picture must be shown to the world.

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He’s got the matching pair of glasses, too.  (He always eats his toast/bread like this.  He informed me the other day that the crust is just a handle.)

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Don’t you think Rocco looks so much like a hoser in this next picture?  Especially since there is a self-portrait feel to it.

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But this picture makes up for it, eh?

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WHAT’S COOKIN’ 2NITE:
BIL’s ribs (thanks BIL!)
Twice baked cheddar and bacon potatoes

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2 thoughts on “A little bit of nothing

  1. I’ll give you something to write about. Do people make comments about you having two boys? Do they act like your life is not complete without having a baby girl? Like you secretly pine for a girl?

    If so, please write and address this issue. If you feel like your life is incomplete without a girl, write about that because I just don’t get it.

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