Dawn dared us to post the results of a visit to dailymakeover.com to our blogs. What a riot!!!!

Here’s me after I stuck my finger in the light socket:

Curls aren’t for me, but the color isn’t bad!

This is almost cute:

Who needs to see, really?

Here I am as a teenage boy:

A Marylin Monroe wannabe:

An Elvis impersonator:

And a Vulcan:

Live long and prosper!

And here’s my hair recently shorn:

If brevity is the soul of wit, then my recent titles suggest I’m failing in the wit department. My kids, on the other hand, regularly spout comments that could be counted as witty if they understood why the adults in the house burst into laughter once they finished speaking.

Afternoon in the Studio

One afternoon not too long ago, Claire watched me cutting and stitching fabric with a look of utter boredom on her face. I had encouraged her to find something fun to do, like coloring or playing with her ponies or building something with blocks. Nothing satisfied her.

Claire: Mom, when I grow up, I am NOT going to sew.

Me: Well, that’s ok. What do you think you might enjoy when you’re all grown up?

Claire: Washing dishes.

Me: Why wait? You can do that now!

Dinnertime Conversation

Me: Claire, you could use a fork, you know.

Sam: Yeah, princesses use forks when they eat.

Me: Haha, Sam, you sound just like a parent.

Claire: Or a bus driver!

Conference in the Garage

Sam and Claire found their dad in the garage with a piece of lumber, some screws and a screwdriver. Helping dad build things is always exciting and they were eager to find out what he was up to and how they could get invovled.

Sam: Dad, what are you doing?

Robert: I’m covering up this hole in the door so animals don’t get in.

Sam: Like gorillas?