Me: Luke, you got out of bed again. Now you get four spanks.He's defiant, but at least he defies politely. Should that console me? It doesn't.
Luke: No, thanks. I don't want any spanks. But thanks for offering them to me!
Charlie is getting to be fun. He has turned into some kind of sloth baby - he constantly wants to be held, but luckily he's old/strong enough to help hold himself up, so that he sits easily on my hip without too much involvement from me, which I like because I am lazy. He's starting to baby-talk, including a guttural sound that he makes that sounds like the middle of "hungry" (fittingly, this is his hungry noise) and a sound he made once that I'm pretty sure was the Platonic ideal of cute baby words: "Cooo-ey?"
Here's Luke's Halloween costume, in action.
Speaking of biblical ladyfolk, I had a Martha/Mary post working itself out in my head yesterday - something along the lines of shortcomings in fulfilling my vocation - but I kept weeding or such instead of stopping to write it down, and now it's gone. Even if it wasn't bound to be interesting, it seemed like it might be helpful to me, so maybe I'll try to think it up again.