Evey's getting ready for dance class the other day. Judy is taking her. She strips off all her clothes to get into her tights. But then she sees a light saber, and she challenges her dad to a light saber duel.
Never one to turn down a light saber battle, I engaged my opponent, despite her level of dress. So we're doing our best Luke/Vader battle in the living room when --
phrrrrppp!!!
Evey's eyes get real big. I give her a look like, "you OK there, princess?"
She stops. "Dad!" she says, naked as the day she was born. "...pretend I didn't just fart. Because, in Star Wars... they don't fart."
"OK, Evey." She's right, after all.
The battle restarted. For about thirty seconds. And then --
"Dad! Also... pretend you can't smell the fart."
"OK, Evey."
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Lot going on over here at the Casa de Jones. We were in Roaring River State Park for about a week with Adrianne's dad two weeks ago. Then I was in Chicago and Indiana on business most of last week. Good to be back home now.
Evey lost her first tooth last week when she bit into a peach. She was quite excited about the visit from the tooth fairy, who left her a $2 bill.
Boydee is doing great and has two lower teeth now. He's gaining weight quickly, it seems. Just like his dad.
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