The Gun Show

Middle child: "OK, I'm going out for the night."

Me: "Where to?"

Middle child puts up one arm and makes a fist. Points to bicep with the other hand: "To the gun show."



Oy.

We're Not Amish

So the dishwasher broke (cuz, you know, SSA paid me). I ask Gregory to do the dishes. He says, "I can't. The dishwasher is broken."

Sigh...

So I say, "Fill the sink with hot water and soap and do them by hand."

The child looks at me like I've lost my mind and says, "But we're not Amish!"