  I was holding Matthew while singing in Church yesterday. I noticed that once we start singing he always comes to me so that I can hold him. He puts his arms around my neck and presses his face against mine. It is quite lovely on most occassions, but yesterday he was pressing his face against my head extra hard.
I had to ask him what he was doing. He said, "I'm listening to your brain. " I guess that means I have one - in case there was any doubt out there! Though it is disturbing to me that it makes sounds. I don't think it is supposed to do that. Any ideas? Is the soundproofing on my skull wearing away? Today I think I was unanimously declared the most boring dad of the century by ALL my kids. My darling wife concured with their prognosis. Any dads out there will sympathize with the deeps wounds I am licking as a result of all this. Not spending enough time with the pirates always comes back to haunt you. So, mostly out of guilt, I took them to subway for lunch, then skating and then Tim Hortons.
It was fun - except for tying their skates in sub-antarctic temperatures, cleaning up two spilt hot chocolates and being completely exhausted. I need a hug. We have a potential WINNER for our contest. Once Melanie Wallace (aka Platinum Blonde) answers the skill testing question, she will be declared the winner!! We will post a new contest in months to come so stay tuned!
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