Monday, April 14, 2008


Dinner time, our house, last night...

T.D. swipes a fork from the table at lightening speed and quickly hides it on her person.

Me: This isn't prison, put the fork back on the table!

H tries to keep from spitting food out of his mouth.

Moments later T.D. has swiped another fork and poked herself in the face with it.

Me: And that's why we don't use forks as weapons or anything else other than as eating utensils...

Immediately I'm reminded, as was H, by his snorting laughs of the Arrested Development episodes in which the father teaches his children lessons using the one-armed man.

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