Christmas slideshow

You Must Sing to Me

Stomp Like Cats

The Owl Poem

Let me hear your body talk

James weaves his way into the living room, knees together, holding his crotch in one hand.

Margaret:  James, do you need to go potty?

James:  No, not now.

M:  Listen to your body, honey.

James:  No, Margaret, my penis hasn't talked to me yet.

Matthew:  I'm going to go write that down, right now. 

A bathtime conversation

Matthew: James, I believe it is time to clean up now.

J: I believe it is not time.

M: Well, then, I will go away for a moment and see whether, when I come back, I can help you to believe.

I was rather proud of that response, thus this post.