Fun times

Today is a bit of random reports.

Quinn has been hanging out in the kitchen a lot lately with me, "helping" and stuff.  He loves sitting up height on the bar stools chatting with me.  Sometimes he brings some toys to play with, when I was looking for a pot this morning, this is what I found.

Simba and Chick Hicks, hanging out

Grasshopper soup anyone?

Apparently he found homes for his critters...

Tired daddy? LOL  Ignore the puke all over both of them...

My crew

A rare pic of me, with my little man

A funny story about those grey pants HC is wearing.  They are some ratty, old, ELASTIC-BAND-BOTTOM sweat pants.  I hate them, no, I LOATHE them.  I havebeen in a bit of a hubby-clothes-cutting-up phase lately, so later that night, I grabbed some scissors, and sliced the elastic band off those pants (while he was wearing them). I laughed so hard, because they actually looked like decent scruff around the house pants after that.  I also cut up his favorite jeans last week.  He was not happy about the jeans, but in my defense, he was wearing them in public constantly, and they were covered in many mystery stains.  I could pick out the blood, and grease stains, but there were many others.  I also had previously purchased new jeans for him, but he thinks they are too weird for him since they aren't Wrangler... LOL.  Here is a clip pf our convo.

HC: "But these show my butt"
Me: "Yes, jeans should do that"
HC: "But they are kinds stretchy all over"
Me: "Yes, it an addition to jean material that helps it conform to your shape, and will be more comfortable"

HC: "But these must be girl's jeans then"
Me: "No, they are for men"
HC: "But, my butt!"
Me: "Yes, you have a butt, people will see hat you have a butt, deal with it"

As funny as it sounds, this is really the convo, and HC hasn't worn his new jeans yet, but he will...