I just love playing little word games with my children (well, really anyone that will listen willingly or unwillingly).  For example, I never call my children by their correct names (which I did choose), I always change up the names of random objects and I like to practice other languages (which I have made up myself).   Parker, my oldest son, responds to Sharkie, Shark Boy, Shark Attack, Lava Boy (this goes with Shark Boy), Parkendoor, Frohead (this is when he needs a hair-cut) and older boy.  And amazingly he hasn’t been emotinally scarred.  I have names for the other little cuties but I won’t bore you with that.  The funny thing is they all go along with most things I tell them and even call each other the names I’ve made up.  So, tonight I told the boys we were going to visit the new neighbors.  I told them Mommy bought a cake (because I would never try to harm our new neighbors by giving them something I cooked) and we’re going to go next door and welcome them to the hood.  I went over with them why it is a nice thing to do this and then I asked Parker what we should say when they open the door.  He proudly responded, “Hi, we’re the Jones Family, welcome to the hood.”  I LOVE IT!!  The story would have been perfect if he would have actually done it when we got over there.  Instead we used our best acting skills (which Bill and I recently perfected in Hollywood. . . more on that later) and pretended to be normal. 

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