Banana Boy

Once upon a time there was a Boy named Blake.  He looked like this:

One morning for breakfast he was sitting at the table eating a banana when his dad came in and noticed this on the counter:

 "Blake," Dad said, "You should not tear apart an entire bunch of bananas so they can't hang on the hanger anymore.  That's wasteful."  Blake said, "Dad, I lined them up because that's the order I'm going to eat them in."  And he did.  For breakfast.  And he was still hungry by snack time.

Here's Ruckus.  This is what his hair looks like if he gets out of the tub and we don't comb it down.  Seriously.  I keep growing it out thinking it will lay down if it's just a little longer.  I'm not sure that's going to work!  

 Blake caught a spiny swift this week because Sukie, our cat, had attacked it and it was hiding on the porch trying to die peacefully.  No such luck.  That poor lizard was found by Blake who loved it right to its grave, and he bawled brokenheartedly when I insisted he simply could not keep a dead lizard as a pet.  Mean mom.