The other night, Paul was practicing his baritone in the kids' rec room. Scott told him that it was time for bed, but Paul continued to blare the same sound over and over. Finally, Scott marched into the room to see what the holdup was. Paul had stuffed a Nerf ball into the bell of his baritone to see if he could blow it out.
We visited San Diego for a friend's birthday a few weeks ago. It was the day after the mini-tsunami struck there in southern CA due to the Japan quake. With seashells everywhere, I started gathering quickly to add to Hannah Rose's collection. (Sidenote: I'm a little obsessed with seashells since I didn't even visit an ocean for the first time until I was 25.) I finally had a towel-full and carried them back to the resort. I carefully washed them all, dried them, put them in a plastic hotel laundry bag, tied it shut, and packed it away safely in my suitcase with great care to make sure none of its contents were crushed. Fast forward a few weeks to when I actually had time to unpack. I was excited to remember the shells and promptly gave them to Hannah as a surprise. Little did I know that there had been a CRAB in one of the shells when I collected it. The poor crab had died and been decaying inside the plastic for three weeks. Hannah eagerly opened her bag of sea shells... and immediately threw up on her bed from the smell. Fail.
The other night, we were watching Wheel of Fortune. This is a bit of a family tradition, and the kids are actually pretty good at it. Anyway, there was a female contestant whose voice sounded like she was either 1) on helium, 2) a cartoon character, or 3) a three year old girl. At one point in the game she said, "I'd like to buy a vowel, Pat." Noah chimed in and said, "Hey lady, why don't you buy an adult voice while you're at it."