Matthew knows exactly what to do when in the middle of a conversation in the car I blurt out, “Turtle!”.

Thankfully, he is a really good sport about these sorts of things.

Exercises in pattern recognition.

This chick’s got sole.

Well, crooked toes, hence the duct tape galoshes.

I am a one-trick pony when it comes to class parties.

Much excite. So bees.

Today’s learning experience.