No worries about the ‘hawk (that’s what we call it now). I think Bible class is a bad time to be cool and the hair will be flying at half mast. It looks almost normal when it’s down.

I discovered yesterday that it is indeed possible to spank a child who has a mohawk. The parenting hormones take over and it is only afterwards that you snicker.

Also, I realize now that all those scary fellows with safety pins through their noses and mohawks all colors of the rainbow are actually five year old boys trying to express themselves. Almost makes them cute.

If my three see, I’ll have to step up my game a bit. And seeing that your coolness and professionalism clearly exceed mine (I don’t even own an apron), I’ll likely succumb to the whining, grating, begging and pleading just because I’m lazy. Then I’ll end up with mohawks everywhere…on my skinny, pale, freckle-faced boys…and there will be no discipline here for all the giggling I won’t be able to hold back.

And because there is noone here telling them what to do, presenting life lessons (and those of vocabulary, as well), and redirecting their behavior…because I instead constantly laugh in their faces…they will likely end up in jail.

See my dilemna? I’m willing to supply the hat.

2. I really like your dad.

Gina, what are you trying to say? “Only Amy’s offspring”? What? They are unique. Or at least their Mom is.

Natalie, seriously? Because I am putting my foot down on nose piercings until they are at least 11.

Deleise, this is not really a response to your comment, but…
today in our school time we were learning that “i before e, except after c, unless the word is weird…or Deleise.” I promise to never misspell your name.

Dad, I triple dog dare you. I’ve got the clippers right here.

really enjoying getting to know you!