Category: Wild West’n

From my bedroom, I hear a loud thud. This isn’t all that uncommon, so I keep doing whatever it was I was doing. I hear another thud. And another. I decided it was time to see what was going on. I walk in the living room and Weston has a chair from the kids’ table held high over his head. He told me the thud was from his throwing the chair. I asked him not to do that anymore and, out of curiosity, asked him why he was repeatedly picking up the chair and throwing it. He told me, in case there was a burglar, he wanted to show the burglar how strong he was.

Weston went to his school’s orientation yesterday. The teacher came back and told Claire how cute Weston is — but she said it with a grin that meant there was more to the story. It turns out the teacher asked Weston what he likes and his answer was, “Violence.”

UPDATE: After posting this, Claire wanted me to mention that she has since had a talk with the boys and explained that, when talking to other people, they like “action” movies, not “violent” movies.

Weston and I went to McDonald’s — or Old MacDonald’s as he calls it. The Happy Meal comes with a few choices: nuggets, burger, fries…and, if you want the nuggets, there are a bunch of weird sauces you can get with them. I repeat the choices to Weston and realize this is a very important decision for him. As I wait for an answer, I notice he’s thinking so hard, his ears are wiggling. Now, West is really good at wiggling his ears. He usually does it just to appease his parents, but apparently, it’s more than an amusing human trick.

We had the kids draw their own pumpkins and Claire and I carved them (I had to cut outside the lines a little on Weston’s). Then we took photos of each of the kids making the same face as his or her pumpkin.