Now there’s a guy you don’t mess with. A guy with skills. “You know, like nunchuck skills, bow hunting skills, computer hacking skills. Girls only like guys who have great skills.”
If I remember correctly, that “Everlast” bag lasted for about one roundhouse kick; after that it was just so much fluff on the wind.
I’m just putting this here so the Internet is on blast: mess with the best, you die like the rest. — Shane Halbach
Ollie is going to be starting 1st grade pretty soon here, and he hasn’t lost a single tooth. Every once in a while we say, “Anything loose yet?” and he’ll say, “Well, some of them are a little loose.”
Until the day we discovered that he’s just going to go ahead and grow a second row, like a shark:
He certainly has the appetite of a great white, so why not the teeth?
After spending all last week thinking, “he is going to start crawling any minute now”, Alex finally stopped rocking back and forth on his hands and knees and did it!
Next stop: world domination.
Me: “I’ve never seen you wear a ballcap before. You look so grown up.”
Evie, with contempt: “No I don’t. I just look like everybody else.”
Ollie, missing a swing: “That was a baaaaadmitten.”
Evie: “Can I come in and watch you eat?”
Evie, as an afterthought: “… And talk to you.”
Ollie: “When I grow up, I’m going to be a daredevil. Well…maybe just a devil.”
Ollie: “If we go to court and we lose, we can use my rope for tug-o-war.”
Me: “What do you mean?”
Ollie: “You know, like you told me. If they found us guilty.”
I have no idea what I told him, but I like the idea that if you’re found guilty you can go into a tug-o-war, double-elimination round.
And it is gorgeous!
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