April 5, 6:05 pm

The first utterance of, "Moooooooom! The Dillo's getting in my stuuuuuuuuf!" Surely not the last.

Yep, he can crawl.

And here's a funny conversation I had with bedhead sleepy Casper this morning:
me: What would you like for breakfast? Toast, or cereal?
Casper: mphmhnn. Nothing.
me: Do you want to eat The Dillo?
Casper: [gives me the eye]
me: He's tasty and delicious!
Casper: No he's not! He doesn't have sugar bones!
ne: Who has sugar bones?
Casper: Me.

In amusing news, my easter basket artifical grass problem has been solved - my mother mailed me two yarn-knit blobby green things to use as easter basket grass. The funny part is, I did not mention anything about easter grass problems to her - she came up with the solution spontaneously. She does note that they are not meant to be bear blankets, but we both know they will be immediately after the candy is eaten.

ack!

Casper: Here is a picure of my Daddy.
me: I like your drawing.
Casper: He has feet, but no shoes, and legs, and a smile, and eyes, and arms, and a body.
me: He looks good!
Casper: Can you help me make his penis?
me: Um, ... okay. [draws line between legs] Here's his penis.
Casper: He needs pants and a shirt. I'm gonna go get bigger paper.

It's so funny what kids are matter-of-fact about that adults have learned to be shy and weirded out by.