Roundhouse Kick

It's Sunday afternoon!  And you know what that means.  I am supposed to be doing my co-op lesson plans.  Which, of course, we all know, means I blog.  Because I like to impress people who are counting on me.

Sister Meagan decided to surprise us all by coming for a quick visit this weekend.  We all congregated at the Matriarch and Patriarch's house for a night of food, fun, and fellowship.



And because I know you always want to hear the latest, I must update you on my father.  My father has discovered an app that spits out Chuck Norris jokes.  I didn't know my dad knew what an app was.

But, anyways.  Turns out he does and randomly throughout the night, he would just bust up laughing and share with us a little joke, at Chuck Norris' expense.



Please.  Don't gush over my awesome photography skills (or skillz, whichever you prefer) again.  Honestly, its getting embarrassing.

"Chuck Norris doesn't sleep.  He waits."

"Little known fact:  Chuck Norris invented the C-section when he roundhouse kicked his way into the world"

No! I do not know what a roundhouse kick is.  Do you?

Let us move on.

At one point, I sent Little Dude into the bathroom to wash up.  Sister Meagan snuck up on him and took the following photos of him, unbeknownst to Little Dude himself.

Here he is, quenching his thirst.



Yet, not washing his face.

Here he is talking to himself in his "creepy bunny voice."

(There is another mirror on that wall that he is looking into)



And not washing his face.

Here he is, attempting Zumba.



But, alas.  Not washing his face.

And finally, here is Little Dude perfecting his Chuck Norris' roundhouse kick.



But it appears as if he has still not washed his face.  Which is strange because my children always listen to me.

Actually, Little Dude kind of reminds me of cheerleader Will Ferrell.





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Thoughts?

So, while we were eating dinner, my stupid blog comes up.  And I don't like to talk about it, because it is lame, but I am the one who writes it, so I have only myself to blame.

Mom:  David, you really should read Taylor's blog.

She is hinting that because of that whole secret code thing he is supposed to say to me.

David:  I do.

Me:  Liar!

David:  Taylor.  I know I am supposed to say some sentence to you.

Me:  Then why don't you say it?

David:  Because I know it bugs you.  Just wanted to see how long you could go without saying something about it.

Darn.  So, he does read and I don't get new clothes.  Such is life.

Alright.  I'm going to put on my big girl pants and actually get ready for co-op tomorrow.  Because I am an adult now, and these are the things I must do.

Farewell!

PS- Chuck Norris is the reason Waldo is hiding.