Paul has been looking for his razor, and when things go missing, we usually point our fingers at the youngest ginger.

Me: <Ginger4>, have you seen dad’s razor?

<Ginger4>: Dad has a laser?

Me: No, a ra-zor.

<Ginger4>: Ooooh, one of those things that trims his white whiskers??? No, don’t know where it is.

(But if you ask him where the butter knife is, he might say it’s under the chair in the living room where I found him whittling away at the chair’s legs).

After asking him several times to get his shoes on, I took <Ginger4>’s iPad away. To this he responded, “You’re not being patient. You only asked three times!!”

(Well, I outta….)

Trying to decide which stage of parenting I “enjoy” the most– changing diapers or plunging toilets. 

I guess I don’t have to ask her if she brushed her teeth.