Thanks, Jimmy Fallon

This is what happens when your 5-year-old sees a Point Pleasant Police skit from the Tonight Show with "Jimmy Tim Falton" (as Charlie refers to Jimmy Fallon) and then the doorbell rings during supper and you go to answer it and chat for 5 minutes....leaving the two little boys alone with 2 plates full of spaghetti.

It's worse than it looks. My circa-2010-style cell phone doesn't take great pictures so you can't see much of the sauce that goes with those noodles. At least Charlie had the sense to take him out into the back yard to do this....which is why I didn't hear it going on. And at least Frankie seems to have appreciated the humor.

For those of you wondering what the Point Pleasant Police are, here you go:

You might be Catholic if....

At breakfast this morning Frankie finished his cereal, then held the bowl up with great significance in front of himself and said, "Amen," before drinking it. When he was done, he said, "There, now I drank Jesus all up."

Proved me wrong

"I don't think she's going to like that, Frankie!" I said.
"Yes, she will," he said.
Looks like he was right.

Redefinitions

Challenge /ˈCHalənj/ noun   the act of giving an exceptionally stubborn 2-year-old a haircut while he spends the entire time trying desperately to run away from the scissors/clippers despite the fact that countless promises have been made for rewards and his favorite show is playing on the TV in an attempt to distract him

It turned out basically OK. He's clearly still traumatized by the whole experience.

Cute kyo͞ot/ adjective  this: