

2. Choclo loves Chicken Invaders. He wanders about making (surprisingly loud) chicken noises at random moments. When I get upset about this (or anything else), he strokes my arm and says in a loving tone, "Don't worry, Mommy, the chicken likes you!" and then gives me a kiss, causing me to melt into a puddle of goo (or maybe egg?).

4. Speaking of Oob, this morning he wandered into my bedroom and told me, "I have a biskeeto bite. I need a band-aid on my biskeeto bite." This gave me the mental picture of tiny, flying, blood sucking, biscuits, and I had to go off and laugh. By the time I came back, Klenda had covered the >iskeeto bite with the first band-aid that came to hand: one of those 4" x 2" big ones that wrapped half way around his leg. Well, it did cover the tiny bump, and he's been happy ever since.
5. Math U See is great. Life of Fred is fantastic! But for real math fun, get the Three Stooges
UPDATE: I mean Abbot and Costello, of course! I obviously to further my edjucation. I was thinking of this, which Klenda has been walking around singing:
6. Every so often, we get stuck with a misquote. Right now it's Oob, with a strong (fake) Italian accent, saying, "Mamma me!" over and over again. And it's Klenda, who, upon discovering the emergency of the day, will tell me with a serious tone, "Winston, we have a problem." I think she just likes to see me gnash my teeth and holler, "Houston! It's Houston! Winston is the Prime Minister of England during World War II!!! Uhhh... What's wrong?"

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