Miles: Dad, today’s Columbus Day because it’s Halloween!

Jeremy: Uh, no. Columbus Day was a little while ago.

Miles: Look. [Sigh] Columbus Day is what my teacher says when we have no school. So today’s Columbus Day.

Jeremy: But today’s not Columbus Day.

Miles: So we have to go to school?

That’s how his mind works. One day he didn’t have school, and his teacher told him it was “Columbus Day.” He takes this to mean that every holiday is Columbus Day. Then, because Halloween falls on a Saturday, he thinks the day-off is because of Halloween – a “Columbus Day.”

PS – Post #800.

I finished my latest wood project, but that’s for another post. This post is all about a fun gate-latch mechanism I worked up with a router, a key ring, a nail, and an L-bracket.

Perhaps the most sought after call in ornithology is that of the Ivory-billed Woodpecker. But only slightly more common is the noise of two baby boys conversing after their mother has left their bedroom. Using state-of-the-art Graco voice-activated monitoring equipment, we have captured – perhaps for the first time – this elusive sound. Listen…

The exact purpose and meaning of these varied screeches, coos, and raspberries is unknown, but a widely accepted theory would translate it as follows:

Do you see Mom?
No, I think she left.
She probably thinks we’re asleep.
LOL.

I love pickles. It’s not that they’re so tasty as that they don’t go with anything. So, if I have the munchies and I really don’t feel like hitting the trainer to burn off a cookie, a pickle has very few calories and will make me feel like eating nothing else.

I thought it would be funny to have Isaac taste one. I figured I’d get a sour-puss face out of him, but no. He cried when I took it back, so I surrendered it. I had a couple of pumpkin cookies instead.

Here’s the problem with living in Appleland: They have apples that are too big for the slicer! How am I supposed to dip it in caramel now?!?!

Jeremy: Miles, you need to comb your hair.

Miles: No, I already did. See, I have dude hair.

Jeremy: What’s “dude hair”?

Miles: See how it’s standing up? [He points, but doesn't touch the disheveled part.]

Jeremy: Here, I’ll fixed. [He attempts to smooth out the hair.]

Miles: Hey! Don’t… [Very concerned] Is it still sticking up?

Ben: Dad, what’s a boomerang?

Jeremy: It’s a curved stick that you throw like a Frisbee. If you throw it right and into the wind, it will come back to you.

Miles: The wind will come back to you?!?

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Miles: Does pasta grow on trees?

Jeremy: Actually, it does! It hangs down like a vine and you have to cut it off every week or so. That’s why the spaghetti noodles are all the same length.

Ben: Really?

Jeremy: Oh, yeah. In fact, we’re going to have less pasta here soon because it will be out of season.

What, Mom? No, I’m not doing anything. Just playing in the kitchen…

Now, I wonder what this is for…

Brooke: Jeremy? Where’s Isaac?

Jeremy: I thought he was in the piano room with you.

Brooke and Jeremy: Isaaaac! Where are you?

Isaac: Giggle-giggle-screech!

Jeremy: I found him… he was upstairs in his bedroom.

We knew he could climb the stairs… barely… but we didn’t know he could be so sneaky about it.

Oh, and Asher successfully made it up this evening too. Yay!