Caroline got a new puppy for Christmas. She's trying to take good care of him, and I'm trying to teach her to take care of him without me telling her what to do.
Last week at dinner Caroline was very proud. "Mama, I washed Bobby today. He was covered in mud. But I didn't get it all; I need to work on it some more." I was so proud of her. "Maybe I can help you. Where is the mud you couldn't get?"
Caroline, "It's underneath him. There are two balls of mud. I pulled and pulled and he kept whining and wiggling, so I stopped. I think I might get some scissors and cut them out."
The boys start laughing hysterically while at the same time trying to cover themselves. "Caroline," sputters Christopher, "Those are his testicles."
