I know we're okay.

Red Ribbon Week is teaching Noah some interesting things.  Last night, he was very serious, talking to me about drug use.  "Did you know there are different kinds of drugs?  Some are in needles, some are pills, and some you inhale.  When I grow up, I'm going to use drugs I can inhale cause I don't like needles or pills."

Monday was camouflage day.  Neither of my kids own anything camo.  I jokingly explained to Savannah that they couldn't support being drug free because of all the medications they're on.  She was NOT amused.

I haven't really delved into the crucifixion, instead focusing on the fact that Jesus loves us.  Noah knows that Christmas is Jesus' birthday and was asking me about his age.  I explained that Jesus was 2009 years old, that our calender is based on his birth.  Later, he was imparting his newfound knowlege to Savannah.  I did not hear her response, but I can guess at the basic information.  All we hear in the next room is Noah's scream "Jesus is DEAD?!?"  Matt's response: "Does Santa know?"

Noah likes to run around in just his underwear.  It was cold, so I'd already told him several times to put on jammies.  A short while later, a police officer pulled over a truck in front of our house and the lights were flashing in the window.  Matt told Noah the police were coming to get him cause he was hanging out in just his underwear.  Noah ran into his room and was pulling on shorts as fast as he could, hollering for Matt to "hurry get me a shirt!"  Yes we are evil bad to find this so amusing.

As we were picking out our pumpkin, we came across one that had a big rotten hole in it.  Noah looked into the hole, then declared he did not want that one.  "That one has a scarey face insie it.  We don't want that one.."  Yeah, we got one without scarey holes and drew a friendly kitty face on it.

After Noah's doctor appointment, I treated him to McDs.  The guy in front of us had been really rude, so I was trying to be nice and friendly when I ordered.  "We'd like a chicken nugget Happy Meal with extra happy!"  The cashier glared at me, "We don't sell 'happy'."  Apparently they don't give up free smiles either.