My pen!

I picked up some clothes from the cleaners today.

As I was signing the credit card slip, I noticed that the pen the cleaner handed me felt familiar. I turned it over and around and looked at it carefully. Turned out that it was one of my pens. Apparently, I must've left it in the pocket of one of my shirts when I dropped them off.

So, I told the cleaner "Hey...that's my pen." She quickly grabbed the pen and the credit card slip and said "Bye-bye. Thank you Misser Helpon."

I wanted my pen so I added a bit more emphatically "No. That's my pen!"

"Hokay. Thank you Misser Helpon."

"No. My pen. I want my pen back!"

"Hokay. Bye Misser Helpon!"

"Pen! My pen!

"Hokay. Bye."

"@#&*$!!!!"

... And that's how I lost my pen.



-Paul

We're here (and there was much rejoycing.)

OK... we broke down and finally started our own blog. We thought we really didn't need one, but we had an incident today that we wanted to share. Given that we'll probably have more like this, a blog seemed the best way to communicate these "happenings."


Mooooooooooooooo!

We had gone out shopping to get a few things for Aaron's room (mattress, changing pad, etc...). We stopped at Zaxby's for dinner because Ethan wanted his favorite dinner - "grrrriiiillllllll cheese!"

As we're eating, Ethan sees a woman sitting at a table. She was wearing a white sweater with black spots. He looks at her for a second, smiles and says (quite loudly) - "Cow!" Of course, we thought it was cute... until he kept going (even louder):

"Hey cow! Hey cow! Mooooo cow, moooooooo!"

I just about choked on my drink trying not to spit it all over the table.

Ethan... you gotta love the boy.