buttcwack

our most recent adventure in babysitting led us to the indians game with not 1 but 2 animated little balls of fire. cotton candy, double cheeseburgers, fries, nachos, ice cream, chicken fingers, grapes, and multiple (7) capri suns all made an appearance in at least one of our hands throughout the course of the game. it was a successful night, no one got lost, injured, or upset and we all, clearly, left we full bellies. in addition, steve and i also got a lesson into the humor of 8 and 5 year old boys...farting & buttcracks (per drew: "buttcwacks"). who knew how many jokes could be told incorporating just those two words...and i'm sad to say, that i laughed at nearly each one.


after enjoying this particularly messy chocolate cone our sheet inherited a few new spots that even zout couldn't doctor back to normal :o)