“Mom?” Jesse just called from the other room.
“Sorry Mom, but this might be your worst day ever.”
“It might?” I questioned – somewhat alarmed. “Why might it be my worst day ever?”
“Because we can’t do my school time because I need to work on my vacuum. . . . So, sorry, that’s why it will be your worst day ever. (Pause.) I just mentioned that it would because . . . it would.”
Also, I got a taste of my own medicine yesterday when Penny was singing a little rhyme that went something like this, “Easy Peasy, Jesse smells weezy”; and I helpfully added, “Or you could just say ‘Jesse is weezy’ – you know because of his asthma.”
Jesse suddenly chimed in with, “Easy Peasy, Mom has eczema!”
Lesson learned, Jesse. Lesson learned.
And now . . . a few pictures of Jesse after the haircut as well as some of the other weekend shenanigans from around these parts: