A few laughs, complements of Rudy

Between our travels and the Easter excitement, the poor kid was exhausted this weekend. He asked to go to bed at 7:15 Saturday and requested a nap Sunday afternoon. He was pretty pooped Sunday night at bedtime, too, but he was bawling about 15 minutes after I tucked him in. I went back up, to find him as a sobbing mess in his bed. I asked what was wrong.

"These aren't my din-o-saur pajama pants. These pants don't match my pajama shirt."

We changed his bottoms into his matching dinosaur pajama pants and he cuddled right up with his blanket. When we checked on him later, this is what we found:

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He was trying to eat his mashed potatoes at our Easter dinner yesterday. They were hot, so he commanded Brian and Oma to blow on them. They told him to blow on his potatoes himself.

His eyes got all watery and the lower lip came out. He said, "But I don't have stronger blowers."

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Brady made up a joke in California (Where is a cow's favorite place to go? A mooo-seum!). He tried to tell Rudy at breakfast this morning, but Rudy had his own punchline and now has a joke of his own.

Where do cows go on vacation?
To Cow-ifornia!!

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