The joys of boys!

Please find enclosed, for your...what? Um, amusement? sympathy? reflection?...a picture of the massive lump on W's head, which appeared there due to his utter excitement over the possibility of an ice block. He was running to the bathroom to wash his hands (after handling a headless, dead Indian Minor bird) and misjudged the gap.
In other news, we saw the ENT the other day, and W is scheduled to have his tonsils out on November 23rd, at the Women's and Children's Hospital. The doctor is super dooper nice, and we are now reading lots of stories about hospitals and what goes on there.

Not much in the way of anything else, so, again, for entertainment value, let me show you what is considered high fashion to my son...In the picture to follow, W is a policeman, with his guard dog...The glasses serve no purpose, other than to be supremely stylish! Please excuse the mountain of ironing in the background. It's so hard to find good help these days!