Wood you?

So Joe and I tried to sneak a bit of crust into Colt.

We were down to the heel of the loaf of bread. We thought if we put enough butter on it he might not notice.

He took one bite, made a sour face and said, "I can't eat this, it has a board under it!"

Cheers!

So Wyatt had some dental work done last week and had to be sedated. He was also given a memory erasing drug.

Needless to say, he was feelin' good and not remembering a thing after the procedure. While in the waiting room he kept waving his hands, slurring his words and telling me about the carpet and light switches, "moooooviiiingggg."

When it was time to leave I hauled what appeared to be a 40 pound drunk over shoulder. As the nurse held the door open Wyatt yells to the waiting room, "There's a 5 year old....going home!"