Max Was Here

The first thing Max does when we get home from anywhere is take off his clothes. All day long he wears just his underwear and socks. And for at least a year, the only thing he wears to bed is a diaper and socks. I keep the house warn, so I have no doubt that he's warm enough. It's become his trademark. I took a picture the other day because he couldn't even wait until he reached his bedroom before stripping down. 

Just now, I overheard Shari Brooke and Max talking about this very subject. It went like this:

Max (standing in underwear, socks and shoes because he was recently outside watching a moose eat a pumpkin on the lawn): I NOT naked!

Shari Brooke: Yes, you are! I can see your cute, little body. 

Max: I NOT NAKED!

Shari Brooke: I see your underwear and everybody's gonna laugh and say, "Where's your clothes?"

Max: No. 

Post-Mortal To-Do List

Scotty: Mom, do all the animals go to Heaven when they die?

Mom: Yes, Scotty. 

Scotty: All of them?

Mom: Yes, sweetheart. I believe they do. 

Scotty: Well, then, the first thing I'm going to do when I get to Heaven is look for all of my roley-polies.