Tuesday, September 4, 2012


"Whatchyagotthere, Zack?"  I ask as he runs through the kitchen.

"Secret code.  Gotta get it downstairs, quickly!"

"Can I see it?"  I ask as I am temporarily distracted by his correct use of the adverb "quickly."

"Dad, I'm in a big hurry."  He shoves it in my hand.

I guess it looks harmfulless enough.  And yet, why am I afraid, very afraid?

From Marci's '...things you don't expect to hear from the backseat...'

The boys were doing something silly.

I turned to Bill and said, "Those are your genes."

Zack overheard and replied, "Nope, these are my pants."

I'd like to say he was making a deliberate and clever pun... I'd like to, but... 

(Oh and Zack:  LEARN TO MAKE A "Z" CORRECTLY!!!!)

((I am doing something completely out of character, I am entering a contest:  Blogger Idol: Season Two.  I am sure it is not legit so I would suggest that all the Better Bloggers not bother.))


  1. Good luck with that Blogger Idol thing... I hear it can make you famous!

  2. Just read your audition. Humbled. Thank you. Not sure if you knew I was judging, but either way... flattery will get you everywhere. (Kidding)

    But I am just one of many.

    Best of luck. Rooting for you.