6 August 2011

Nut Brown and I were just making chocolate cookies in the kitchen, and he got the beater to lick. After a couple of rapturous engagements with the dough, he whispered to the beater, 'I want to lick you forever.'

In early July, Nut Brown got the summer buzz cut. Super short, he demanded. After I was done, he ran his hand over his new do and said, 'My head feels like a blanket.'

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Nut Brown: Dad! How do you count to C?

Mr. Brown: How?

Nut Brown: A, B, C!