Quinn is Driving

His first few weeks of driving were mostly tentative, with longer-than-necessary stops at 4-ways and cautious review of his surroundings.  This past week, there has been a change in his driving presence.  He is suddenly trash-talking other drivers, urging them to "go faster or get outta my way!" and such.

He mentioned that his driving instructor seems really controlling and that "she has this brake thingy on her side and she's like stepping on it all the time!  She has this thing about going only 55 miles per hour and it's really annoying me!"

Yes, son, that "thing" is called a law, and you had better learn about it.

No Emily (or Emil) Post

1.  At McDonald's I discreetly pointed out some food on either side of Quinn's upper lip.  So, he used his cheeseburger to wipe both sides of his mouth.

2.  As we pulled into the driveway, he released a surely-venomous gas bomb from the utter depths of his bowels.  When his sister loudly complained, he stated:  "If you knew how long I've been holding that in, you'd give me an Academy Award!"

3.  And finally, I received a love note from my daughter.  A small sticky-note on my cell phone read:  "Dear Mom, Sorry for being an a$$wipe yesterday.  Love, Rachel."

Boothstache

I hate to look a gift horse in the mouth, but I am.  My special education director purchased iPads for all the SLPs in the district and I've never been an Apple person.  My efficiency with the device is quite poor.  But I did find an app that creates a mustache for you.  Now to figure out how to use it to enhance therapy.

Happy Easter

Taken while the two were bouncing on the couch.  Quinn is actually taller, but Rachel got the bounce, I guess.  It was a nice day so Mike and I worked in the yard after church while these two did homework.