First of all, I'm a little crushed that out of the 192 of you that stopped by yesterday, only four people liked my Christmas tree.
I will be expecting 188 packages of consolation chocolate to arrive before Christmas.
Okay... no I'm not.
There was a miffed little four-year old boy over the fact that daddy was only allowing him one ice cream sandwich.
The conversation went like so.
Jacob: (arms defiantly folded across chest) *humph* Fine! Then you will die, and the new daddy will give me a big ice cream sandwich!
Daddy: I'm never going to die. I'm going to live forever! But, when you get big like me, then you can have as many ice cream sandwiches as you want.
Jacob: *whinning* But we can't be big 'cause we poop and we get smaller!
If Jacob ever goes on a date with a really tall girl, I can only hope he won't use this logic on her.