The Mayor of Daycare

Jason said when he came to pick Dawson up from the Y the other day that Dawson was in such a good mood, he trotted down the hallway ahead of him to go out just waving and saying goodbye to everyone he passed. When I got home Jason wanted to share the story with me because he thought it was so funny, so he began by saying, “Yeah, our son is the mayor of daycare”…

And now it’s time for:
7 Random Things

(you can stop jumping up and down now)

*editors note: when I was trying to think of some of my own Jason says “of course you will think of some, you are the most random person I know”. Great.

Jason:1. In 4th grade at summer camp I got asked out for my first time and I asked where we would go, because… how could we leave camp? So her friends had to explain.

2. I have a keen eye for crooked art on the wall. I have a very strong urge to fix it!

3. All radio volume has to be set at even numbered increments.

4. I once swam in the Amazon with piranah’s. true story. My dad was catching them on the other side of the boat while I swam

5. I am obsessed with ocean life.

6. I never knew midgets could drive until I saw one when I was in a Taco Bell drive thru

7. I can make a woman’s sports bra from men’s underwear. Email me for instructions.
Joy:1. I sometimes think with my finger on my nose

2. I pluck out my mole hair on my chin with my thumb and ring finger. *see random story regarding this below…

3. I put salt and pepper on my French toast. NO syrup!

4. I like the sound made when you pop open a can of pepsi.

5. I had second degree burns on my feet from a youth trip to Florida. I even had a doctor’s note permitting me to go to work barefoot everyday for a week.

6. We had milk snakes in the ceiling of our house growing up. I could see and hear them slither sometimes at night where the tile had fallen down and there was only plastic remaining.

7. I have a recurring dream about tornadoes. There are several of them headed toward my old house where I grew up and I always run to find shelter in my neighbor’s cellar who lived up the hill. (those same neighbors still live in that house).

*mole hair story:

One time I was doing some bathroom business (not in “Joy’s Johns”! -at home) reading a book when Dawson came barging in. I had a sweatshirt on with the hood strings hanging down. Dawson reached up and I thought he was going grab the string from my hood. Instead he was reaching for my chin mole hair. No joke. It depressed me for 2 days. Dawson even sees my chin mole hair. How will I ever be a model?