Stuck Kid Over Here

We're in the habit of spelling stuff around Dallas so that he won't know what we are talking about. Mostly it's just swear words or people's names, so we assume that our spelling is just breezing by our sweet little 4 year old. Well, last night, while watching television, Jayson calls out to me from the kitchen- Is the G-A-Y guy still on there?

About ten minutes later, I hear Dallas calling out "G-A-Y guy over here!" I asked him to repeat himself since I really didn't think I'd heard that right. "G-A-Y guy over here!" I look over to the couch and he has somehow wedged himself in the couch between the two seats. I asked why he was saying "G-A-Y guy". To which he quickly responded "It means stuck kid."

An Ideally Perfect Place

Blogging is something that happens in today's world. No longer do you hear "I can't wait to tell so-and-so what happened" and instead we hear "Oh, I can't wait to blog about this". So, anytime something really funny happens to me at home or school and I can't wait to blog about it, I remember that I don't even have a blog. For a while, I tried Friendster and that calmed the itch, but then nobody had a Friendster anymore and I moved to MySpace and then I remembered I wasn't 20, so I moved to facebook where it isn't blog-friendly. So, where am I supposed to capture all these nuances of life? PROUTOPIA. My newly created country where everything is amazing and hysterical even when reality is not. You're welcome to visit anytime. We have no borders.