They said they were cowboys. I said they were more like rodeo clowns.
(Yes, I know rodeo clowns are actually badasses. But, they don’t.)
The boys experienced their first donut over the weekend. (My wife think it was actually their second, but I don’t remember a previous time… though, it’s possible I blacked out from overloading on donuty goodness.)
It was one of the few times we could get them to stay seated at the table.
Ladies and gentlemen, please direct your eyes skyward as I introduce the Amazing Flying Vienna Brothers! Wyatt and Boone!
Obi-Wan Kenobi and a Clone Trooper decorate pumpkins at a Halloween party. (Weirdest fanfic ever.)
What's a game we could play?
Oh, I know. Pretend you guys are sharks and you're exploring an underwater cave for treasure.
Treasure? What are you talking about? I've been all over this place.
Despite the look on Wyatt’s face, both boys had a blast riding around the track over the weekend.
Remember The Two Princes? If you’d rather not click through, I’ll tell you: They are characters in a series of bedtime stories I make up for the boys.
Well, guys, in the kingdom in which the two princes live, shit is getting cray-cray!
Last night, I finished an epic 2-part story in which the two princes and their friend the dragon had to retrieve a golden shield from the bottom of a lake because a soothsaying toad told them the artifact was the only way to defeat the bad witch’s army of magic dinosaurs.
Wait a minute… Typing that out, I realize I may have just rewritten The Empire Strikes Back.
Anyway, magic dinosaurs! After I told the story, I was so jazzed I scribbled out this doodle. Consider it a draft of the future movie poster.