morphing into a fruit fly and other musings

If you were a wingless fruitfly, that somehow managed to escape the jaws of death, and climbed out of the newts aquarium, then up the wall (because you can’t fly, being wingless and all) here are some of the things you would have heard this week at or house. I live with a whole slew of smarty pants boys:

Me: How long do you think I should worry about Mia’s head? The books all say 48 hours, but I thought I would ask you.
Bill: At least a year or more………
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Bill in the bathroom brushing cranky Quinn’s hair.
Quinn: Dad, I hate it when you put water in my hair.
Bill, brushing Quinns hair: Okay, your hair is done, now lets do your moustache

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Cody: Friday is show and tell. If I don’t figure out what I am going to bring soon, I won’t have anything to take on Friday.
Cory: Don’t worry, there’s always Saturday.
Cody: Huh?
Cory: Saturday…..It’s International Show and Tell Day.
Cody: For real?