Dad is good at making Christmas!

Recently, the things out of Matthew's mouth have gotten incredibly random, and some are pants wetting hilarious! The title came from tonight while he was sitting at the dining room table, eating his dinner and I was debating with Sarah what I was going to make for us. (we haven't been shopping for a while and evidently groceries get used up quickly) and while I'm talking about the different things I could "create" with the various cans of beans, creamed corn, pasta etc. Matthew lets loose with that little gem. Then as an almost afterthought he mentions "dinners."

Today, after church, Em was being a butt which meant it was time for her to go to sleep, so Sarah takes Em into her room to "put her down" and Matthew and I go into his room where I was trying to get him to change out of his church clothes into some play clothes. He gets down to his undies (which were some TMNT boxers) and his socks...we're talking about I don't even remember what when out of the blue comes an excited "Dad, you should go get on only your Boxers so we can wrestle!" I look at him and he's flexing his muscles and looking at me like "Your time has come to an end old man, I will now OWN YOU!" So I explained that I don't need to only wear my Boxers (I don't actually have any..TMI? Maybe) to beat him up, so then we had an impromptu beat down, and wouldn't you know it...he won! As soon as I "tapped out" and was lying beaten on the floor, he jumps up and says "YES!!! I WON THE BELT" (perhaps I shouldn't have let him watch 5 seconds of Friday Night SmackDown last week). After dinner he once again donned his new wrestling persona and this time I was able to snap a picture...Try not to be too frightened of the "Champ!"

Whatcha gonna do Brother?

Tomorrow begins 1st Grade for Matthew, and sadly his brand new shoes (new shoes make you run faster, it's a Scientific FACT!) can't go with him, why you ask? Well, after shopping around (and somehow convincing him that $50 sketchers weren't kewl) we finally found just the right "Transformer" shoes, and picked them up on Saturday from Target. Only to find that when we got them home that evidently Mom & Dad need to actually look at both shoes, because we ended up with 2 left shoes, 1 is a size 11 and 1 is a size 12 & 1/2. Sarah will be correcting this, and maybe the poor sucker who ended up with 2 right shoes will also be back tomorrow.