
Ethan was home sick today. We had to make a trek to Wal-mart to get laundrey soap. On the way out the smell of fresh-baked cinnamon rolls wafted toward us from the bakery. Ethan announced, "I can tell by the smell that those cinnamon rolls are round. I can smell shapes."
Later, after school, I left Harris in the bathroom to cath. I came back to check on him and there was a large, strange stain on the bathroom rug. I was studying it, trying to determine the origin when Harris said, "Don't look at that! It's my throwup!" I became alarmed. "Are you okay? Are you sick, buddy?" "No, I just wanted to see what it would feel like to touch the back of my throat. It hurt. I'll never do it again!'
What a couple of weirdos!!!






