If You Give a Pig some Popcorn

If You Give a Pig some Popcorn

By Levi Olson

If you give a pig some popcorn, he’ll ask for some water. When you give him the water, he’ll think of swimming. He’ll want you to bring him to the downtown swimming pool. When you bring him there, he’ll want a towel. When you give him the towel, chances are he’ll ask for some popcorn.

If you Give a Pig some Popcorn

By Jude Olson

If you give a pig some popcorn, he’ll ask for some water. When you give him the water, he’ll think of swimming. He’ll want you to bring him to the downtown swimming pool. When you bring him there, he’ll want a noodle to swim with. When you give him the noodle, it will remind him of spaghetti. He’ll want to go home and eat some spaghetti. When he gets home, he’ll have the spaghetti. The spaghetti will remind him of hair. He’ll want to put the spaghetti on his hair and pretend he has long hair. When he’s eating the spaghetti, he’ll get thirsty. He’ll ask for some water. When you give him the water, chances are he’ll ask for some popcorn.

Abby’s on a Roll

So, Abby is practically perfect.  Really, truly.  She barely ever cries.  She is just a delight.  And, until this morning she would just stay right where you put her.  But, that may be changing.  This morning, I set her down on the bathroom run on her tummy so I could pee.  She flipped over as if she wasn’t doing anything out of the ordinary.  Asher was there to witness it.  Heck, he’s the one who probably trained her in on flipping.  Every time I’d put Abby down for tummy time and she’d wimper, Asher would flip her to her back and chastise me for making Abby do tummy time because “she doesn’t like it.”

Hot Dog!

So, Jude was telling me tonight that there are 3 kinds of hot dogs.

  1. A hot dog that you eat.
  2. A hot dog that is a dog that was out in the warm sun.
  3. A hot dog that is in a fashion show because, “Doesn’t ‘hot’ mean pretty?”

(I’m not sure that I like my new 9 year old knowing all the meanings of the word “hot!”

 

Job Flexibility

I firmly believe that flexibility is one of the biggest benefits of my job.  But, I like to joke with friends of mine who are in the industry that it’s so flexible that I can work evenings, weekends, holidays…

Love Letter from Levi

Jude is 9 and has no interest in girls.  A girl to him is just a long-haired boy.  I’d like to keep it that way.  That’s why I was surprised when I learned that Jude had left a note in the 8 year old neighbor girl’s mailbox asking her to marry him.  The note reads “WLL You MrrY me  from juDe to BeLL.”

It turns out little Levi, now 6, wrote the note and delivered it to the mailbox to be funny.  Poor Jude didn’t even want to go back outside to play with his friend Belle after the incident.  I think Belle was pretty relieved when she learned that Levi had written the note and it was just a prank.

 

Frosted Flakes Ban

I got a very animated call from Andy on my way to work this morning.  The boys decided they all wanted dry Frosted Flakes this morning, but apparently were getting more of them on the floor than in their mouths.  There were more heaping bowls than boys because as soon as a boy walked away from his bowl, he’d accuse another boy of touching it or eating out of it and then would want nothing to do with it.  I suggested Andy send the boys on the deck to eat their flakes, but he’d already thrown them out in a fit of rage.  I’ve been warned that if I ever give them Frosted Flakes, it’s going to be my problem.  I couldn’t help but laugh hysterically while he was relaying his intense anger since it’s clear that Andy has lost perspective — there could be much worse problems than some flakes on the floor.