On the way home from school this week Israel asked me if I wanted a friend. I said sure, wondering all the time where this was going. He then presented me with a small flat fuzzy brownish-rust colored object about the size of a silver dollar. Luckily I was smart enough not to touch it because when I asked him about it he said, "Oh, I got it off the floor in the bathroom at school. It was just growing there so I thought someone should take it home as a friend."
The good news is that he didn't touch it either (apparently he used a pencil to pick it up). The bad news is that my son think he should collect fuzzy things he finds in bathrooms.
Blech!

The girls.

She's getting big too fast.

Israel, posing instead of hiding...yea!

Cute Marguerite in her daddy's arms.