Fenn wanted to wear some new tennis shoes (because they were the only thing he could find and he was afraid his dad was going to leave him). I told him we needed some scissors to break the rubber band thing that held them together and then I just chiseled it off with my teeth. I said, "You momma has sharp teeth." Fenn, "Why?" Mom, "Because." Fenn, "Why you got sharp teeth? Cause your a mean, old witch?" Mom, "Yep that's why."

After laying on my lap in the recliner for quite awhile, watching a spider walk across the ceiling, Fenn hops on his scooter . . .

Fenn, "I'm goona go get that spider some food."
Mom, "What do spiders eat?"
Fenn, "He eats chocolate chips and lemons. He does, he likes them. I'm going to Walmart, I'll be right back."

He then tried to leave the house on his flexible flyer scooter to run real quick to Walmart. He just couldn't understand my opposition to the idea.

"Mommy can we ride the elevator to the North Pole?" "I don't think so Fenn." "We can mommy, hang on." (In the Elevator at the Residence Inn, Boise ID, Nathan's graduation)