From the Mouth of...

.....D.

Yesterday we were looking at all the Christmas decorations and artificial trees at Tesco. He spotted some round, gold bulbs and called them "lightning balls."

This evening P was spinning around in the kitchen with a sharp pencil in his hand. He narrowly missed D's face. As I was once again going over the finer points of why we don't do that and the fact that eyes cannot be replaced, Dawson said, "If it (your eyeball) falls down, you can put it back on."

Then later on this evening he kept telling me it was time for my dr. appointment. He then gave me a thorough exam, which included inspecting my ears. "There's no junk in there," he proudly informed me. What a relief!