Yes, I'm from Kentucky, why do you ask?

Sometimes a picture is worth a thousand words. Case in point...OK, so my daughter doesn't ACTUALLY have rotten teeth, but if she continues to eat Cheesecake Factory Godiva Chocolate Cheesecake with the same enthusiasm that she did this day, she might have them soon.

AND, my little goofball copies everything his sister does just for a laugh. He's going to be my class clown and the one we get phone calls home about. He has an instinct about what might strike his sister as funny, and he'll do it, then look around for a laugh. He's recently started running at people and butting them in the head, like a goat. He also grabs things in his mouth and walks around shaking them like a dog. What a goof!

And, to round out this random posting, some recent one liners from my three year old:

(To my mother, who we've taught Maura to call Grammy. Maura sometimes has a hard time with her G's and D's.)

"I think I will call you Dam."

(To me, after being sneezed upon by her baby brother.)

"Mommy, Tistan just bless you'd on my hand!"

(To Daddy, describing a circumstance on which she'd fallen out of the stroller and been run over by the wheel.)

"After that, it was one big whine!"

(To Tristan on a daily, no hourly basis.)

"Tistan! NO! That is a choking hazbard!

(And, filling the more than you needed to know category, to me after an especially long session in the bathroom.)

"No, I'm not ready. My poop hasn't hatched yet!"

Ahh, life with a three year old!