shark breath

Once again, Max complained about my morning breath today. Last time he told me my air was stinky. This time, as he and Marty and I were all snuggling on Max's bottom bunk (that Josh did NOT sleep in, for those who are paying close attention), Max asked me to turn my head the other way because my breath was stinky. Another funny thing he said the other day was when Marty was stealing some of Max's food. Max's self-preservation came out in full force as he yelled out, very passionately, "Swiper, no swiping!" I think he really did see his brother as Swiper the Fox from Dora.

Remember Marty's "shark attack"? (Not enough time to find the link.) Now he's a tiger. The boys both play tiger, actually. Roaring at each other, and at us. It's really cute. I'm trying to get it on video to show you. There is no stifled aggression in Marty, he lets it all out!

Speaking of shark attacks, did you know that the warranty for Pelican flashlights does not cover shark bite, bear attack, and children under 5. We learned that a while ago. But they replaced it for us anyway, even though it was exposed to the greatest of those hazards, a child under 5.