What a turkey!

The blankets did not comfort him.

Megan made the lunches before Kenny went to bed. He kept getting into the fridge, trying to eat a dessert or take a capri sun. We had to pull out the scare tactics, the Turkey. Kenny then at arms-length carried the turkey and threw him down to the basement, all the time yelling, "No." Then we put the little poultry hater to bed.

Love language

I read this book called the 5 Love Languages of Children and Kenny's is touch. To fill his love tank, he needs to be held even if it's not convenient.

Cereal, milk, bowl, fork?

Nobody could convince him that he should use a spoon.

Spectator Sport

Adam finally gets a turn on the laptop and all the little kids are there to watch.

Itouch

If he can get your Itouch he will play until you can take it away.

Jelly Belly Concoctions

Bottom of shoe really tastes that way, Patrick. Now, rootbeer float is pretty good and fruit salad is yummy.

Pickle Jar update

It's done, much to Mary Jane's sadness the pickles have been eaten.