Conversation overheard this afternoon upon getting home from the doctor:
Cass: Dude, what is up with you and your Mom? You guys are being pretty lame and also she is totally sucking at updating our blog.
Graham: Hello, we're sick. It's called the swine flu. Or something. I don't know, I heard Mommy saying something about swine to Daddy. It's possible she was just going to make some bacon.
Cass: You have the Bacon Flu? Yum-o!
Right then, we are the sick. So, I have a) sucked at taking pics and b) sucked at posting them with clever captions. Boo! I promise that I will do better if and when this stupid illness goes away..
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| Mom, if my socks are not going to match, can't they at least fit? |
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| I started in the middle, facing the wall and scooted here in my sleep. You do realize this whole "not crawling" business is just so you'll keep carrying me around, right? |
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| Graham: You wanna mess with my Mom today? | Cass: Boy, please, that's what I get up for! |
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| Graham: Here's what I'm thinking... | Cass: I'm way ahead of you, blow out in progress. |
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| Sweet! Also, give me camera! |
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| Cass: We're totally not up to anything. | Graham: Definitely not. |
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| Cass: No, but seriously, go on about your business woman. | Graham: These aren't the babies your looking for. |
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| Cass: Good one! I think she bought it. | Graham: Ah-choo! |
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