“Good night Leo, I love you!”
“Night Badger, I love you too.”
“Mom, don’tcha just LOVE Leo?”
“Yes, I really do.”
“Me too. Me too.”
Dec 052006
“Good morning Badger. How did you sleep?”
“I slept motherfucking good.”
Nov 142006
“Mom, is Santa a real live person?”
“Yes.”
“No, I asked if he was REAL and ALIVE?”
“Well, what do you think Badger?”
“I think people just made him up.”
Oct 202006
“Mom, I totally smell something burning. I think my butt is ON FIRE! “
-my son Badger
Oct 182006
Well honestly, this photo just happened to be taken in the morning but his hair looks like this pretty much all the time. I don’t know why. Maybe he needs more conditioner. Or a hair cut. Or less fingers in light sockets.
Oct 052006
Oct 022006
“Mom, I wish we would have been friends when you were little. You should have lived in Utah, then we could have played together and rode bikes together. How old was I when you were four?”
-my son Badger
Sep 202006
In order to celebrate the unofficial one year anniversary of Dirty Dishes I decided to make some changes to the site. I got the new blogger beta thingy and I’m trying that on for size. I’m also going do as my son Badger would and walk up to a giant mirror, turn around, smack my ass, and stick out my tongue.
Sep 112006
“Mom, did you know that you look like a big sister and not a mom? Dad looks like a dad, but you just look like a big sister. I’m going to call you my big sister from now on.”
-my son Badger
