- "What you need are a few more rings."
- "Your hair doesn't scare me."
- "I have to ask." (and then he didn't, just looked at me expectantly)
I think I'll have horns implanted. You can do that now, I think. That would actually totally rock.
Also. Cleaning up after a few hours on the desk, here are some things I found scribbled on scrap paper:
- American Red Cross
- Doris Lessing
- origins of yoga
- taste buds gender difference
- Movies Christian
- Essential tremor vs. action tremor
- painter School of Athens
- Naked Ape
Also. Token Boy Librarian has observed that most pictures of my older son are perfectly reasonable until you take a closer look. He is right, in many cases: there are mismatched gloves, books being read upside down, Care Bears being decapitated, Danny Torrance hair. That's why I like this picture: the crazy is right there before your eyes. This weekend he was so stir-crazy, milling around like BBs in a blender, chattering nonsense syllables... I finally told him if he couldn't cool it or go outside I was going to have him tested.