My Kids

Tonight when I was cleaning the playroom I found this:



Bradley proudly admitted it was his work of art.

Should I be worried? Or am I raising a potentially successful proctologist that will take care of me when I'm old?

(Take care of me financially not medically.)

And here is my caveman toddler that still hasn't learned how to speak a single word. She's not crying. She's grunting and it seems to get her what she wants. Maybe if I didn't do her hair like Pebbles Flintstone she would begin using civilized speech. Or is this all part of 6th child syndrome?

One of these days she will say, "Me want sippy cup."