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I snapped this picture in Chicago over Labor Day weekend. It’s BEGGING for a cool caption. Go wild!

Note: there are 4 different things on the yellow shirt.

Every now and then I create silly stories with the kids, and it usually starts with me providing some basic structures and they fill in with imaginative objects / names / actions. Here’s the story from tonight, between our 5-yr old Sebastian and Mom (that would be me).

Mom: Once upon a time, there was a _____

Sebastian: Poop

Mom: and his name was _____

Sebastian: Stinky

Mom: and he liked to _____

Sebastian: go swimming in the toilet. And he likes to get flushed away. And then he walks out of the toilet and jumps on the floor. HA HA HA HA HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

Sebastian: “Fiona, this is how you belch . . .Urrrrrrrrrrrrrgh.”

Fiona giggles, and follows it with a not-so-convincing “Urrrrrrrrrrrrgh“

Couple of days ago, out of the blue, he tilts his head and asks me,

“Mama, do you know why birds fly south in the wintertime?”

“Why?”

“Because it’s too far to walk!”

* * *

Our 4.5 yr old loves to read. Although the above is from a riddles book, I’m pretty sure he just told his first real joke with a real punch line!

Mom says when I was a baby, I was a very good sleeper. She would have to wake me up to feed me (why couldn’t I have gotten one of those babies???). Fortunately I was a chubby one so no one was really worried about me sleeping 90% of the day away. I was a whopping 8.3 lb baby when I was born. I think that’s pretty big for a Chinese.

From junior high and up, I slept in whenever allowed. Especially in college. A few times I’d stay up until the wee hours and wake up only find the dining halls have been closed for lunch. After that, I’d get a sack lunch the night before so I could sleep in and still have food. Clever girl.

We all know what happens to sleep when you have a baby. After the 2nd baby, you can pretty much take sleep out of the dictionary, because it’s not going to happen.

For the last several months, I’ve only managed to go to bed before midnight a handful of times, only to wake up again before the sun rises when the two little ones wake at 5:30~6:00a.m.

In the spirit of Valentine’s Day, I came across this gem.

I can’t help but share it with all of my night owl friends, sleepy-eyed bloggers who stay up so you can read just one more blog, and tired mommies who sit there without nary a thought in mind after putting the kids to bed and thankful for a few quiet hours before tending to the fun, loving but demanding children at the crack of dawn. Hope you have a good night sleep tonight!

I couldn’t resist passing this along.
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Most of the time, I can read the little squiggle squishy slanted sideway stupid words that’s required to be typed out, just so the Internet knows I’m a real person instead of some bot.

But come on! Some of them are just plain hard to read, and hence it takes several tries because I CAN’T READ WHAT THE DAMN THING SAYS.

Earlier tonight, I was requested to type in something again on some screen, maybe it was passw0rd verification or a comment section. I can’t remember what site it was. This time I laughed and smirked a little.

The words on the screen?

men silly

p.s. This isn’t necessarily about Blogger. It’s for all sites that requires captcha.

BoxofBeans is an Asian American currently living in Hong Kong.

She just wrote a post depicting how tactless Asians can be during conversations.

Go over there and read it.

Now, don’t you agree that’s just a bit too much information to share? With a stranger? And a MALE stranger at that…?

Next he’s going to want to diagnose all of BoxofBean’s “issues” when really, he’s just eager to show the world his own problems.

At least the sandwiches and drinks were superb.

“You stand up for what you believe in, even if it gets in the way of what other people think. You are proud of yourself and your accomplishments and you enjoy letting people know that.”

Take this quiz, find out what flower are you.

Those of you who know me well, knows how true that last part is: and you enjoy letting people know that.

Even the Internet and the Computer says I’m a bragger. Oi.

I’m not feeling very clever on this Monday morning. So I present you Jenni over at Just Chicken Feed who wrote an absolutely riot of a post about The Difference Between One and Four

Go on, it’s really funny.

If you don’t wet your pants while reading it, then you aren’t reading it correctly.