Last weekend, we had to get out of the house, because some real estate agent was going to stop by.
Dumb comment of the week: "I can't buy this house, because they have book shelves in the dining room." My response: "You aren't allowed to buy this house, because you are clearly too STOOPID."
Since we had to clear out for another insane buyer, I made everyone go with me to the Gap. My husband will wear the same t-shirt for years no matter how tight or holey or thin it gets. The only solution is to secretly dispose of the offending shirts and then force him to get new ones once a year. While Steve was whining like a little girl as I steered him towards the shirts, Jonah wandered over and asked if we could buy this hat for him. He modeled it for us.
Jonah thinks that he looks like Justin Timberlake. I don't have the heart to tell him that he really looks like an Amish farmer.