Afterward we cut them up, tossed them on a peanut butter sandwich and fed them to Elvis
Me: "Jon, I have no idea how we're going to dress up the dogs for Halloween this year."
Jon: "How about Chuck as McCain, Coco as Palin?"
Me: "Too topical."
Jon: "Batman and Robin?"
Me: "Too popular."
Jon: "Woody Allen and Annie Hall?"
Me: "How on earth—"
Jon: "Ahmadinejad?"
Me: "Who is Ahmadinejad's sidekick?"
Jon: "Satan."
Me: "We've already done that."
Jon: "This conversation is starting to feel exactly like asking Leta what she wants for dinner."
Me: "Except I don't want to dress the dogs up as chicken nuggets."
Jon: "How about something literal? Maybe dress them up as nuts?"
Me: "Ooooh, you're on to something!"
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Heather talks about public tantrums (from kids) on today's Momversation.
- Bedtime, Leta lingering defiantly in the hallway. Jon: "If you want fart stories, you better get in bed RIGHT NOW."
- RIP Louis Mortimer Armstrong: http://bit.ly/1R4tv6
- Hugs and kisses to you, too! RT: @Monkey_Tree: @dooce he probably committed suicide because he was tired of LISTENING TO YOU WHINE.
