something deep down in my soul said cry, girl

My sister-in-law Emily had a great idea for potty-training Willa, The Child Too Smart to Poop, and I think I'm going to implement it. Once we finally have our upstairs toilet hooked back up I'm going to throw away all the diapers, set a basket of underpants by the toilet, and say, "Good luck!"

She changes her own diapers. I walked in on her last week, supine on the changing table, fixing the tabs on her new, clean diaper. How is this okay? IT'S NOT.

Beware, Willa. The bell tolls for thee.

well the good old days weren't always good

Tonight when Ike saw me in my denim trench coat, he asked incredulously, "Why is your coat made out of pants?"

In the car Grant said, "Oh, I'd hate to fart if I were a dog, 'cause their noses are so good!"