Compliments To The Chef

"Fucking Delicious!" Baby exclaims at dinner.

"What?!" Mrs F asks.

"That means I like it." Baby explains.

"It is a real word." She adds a little nervously.

Yes, I know.

Perfect Delivery

"Are you farting" Mr F asked Kid.

"No." Kid replied incredulously.

"It's okay if you are I just want to be sure she isn't going to poop in her pants." Mr F explained holding a diaper-less Baby in his lap.

Kid looked him in the eye and replied...

"The one who smelt it is the one who dealt it."

Oh I'm Really Glad I Didn't Have To Miss Out On This...

Today was my first post injury workout. It's been quite awhile since I made my nightly trip down to the basement (and through it and out to the freezing garage... but I digress). We've all gotten into the rhythm of my constant presence.

Well it appears that while I was occupied the shit hit the fan.

Don't worry Kid documented it all for us in a pictorial blow by blow...
(You might want to turn you laptop... or your head)
Kid sets the stage with this cover image of Mr F yelling at an unhappy Kid.


Here's where it all begins. Kid is attempting to kick Mr F (see the stick figure lying perpendicular ... yeah that's her kicking). Mr F gets mad at Kid (note the word bubble with "NO")... which of course pisses Kid off.


From right to left (er... bottom to top)... Kid becomes frustrated and hits herself in the legs (yes even I needed that picture explained to me). Then she locks Baby out of her room. That's Baby standing by a closed door.


Kid closes the book not too subtly.


I don't know where she gets it... this need to document the ways in which she has been wronged. Certainly not from me.