I AM A FROG

I am a frog AND I will: croak at the male man, eat frog food and watch for burglar's becas I am a frog

Christmas with the Mumfords

Twas the night before Christmas. Tim was whittling. He cut himself and yelled, "OW!" Alex yelled, "Be quiet!" Zach said, "What happened?" Tim said, "I cut myself!" In the commotion, Nigel attempted to slide tackle Zach, who immediately punched him. Ten seconds later, Tim said, "Let's mob Santa!" Alex said, "No." Zach said, "Nope." Nigel said, "Sure."
"Okay, me and Nigel get all the loot," said Tim. "There isn't going to BE any," said Zach. "Okay," said Tim. "I guess I won't mob Santa"
1 day later mom and dad awake to excited boys who can't wait for presents and tim got a lot of loot.

The Gift of Dysgraphia

If you've read my last blog, you've heard about one of the Mumford's battles. Things have mellowed out. But I've found now that I'm dysgraphic. This blog's just going to explain what dysgraphia is. I think in pictures, not words, so writing's kind of hard. That's why I'm typing. Actually, you might think half in pictures and half in words. But I think in mostly pictures and occasionally words. People think of dysgraphia as a curse, when actually it's helped many men along the way. Albert Einstein thought in pictures, along with Leonardo da Vinci and Thomas Edison. They all had the GIFT.

Sunday at the Mumfords

On Sunday, we started to battle. Alex jumps around. Zach takes the gun and starts shooting everyone with rubber discs. Nigel jumps in and starts attempting to make a booby trap. Zach gives the gun to Tim, who immediately shoots Alex. Things start to settle down. Now everybody's trying to tackle Dad. Still at it. When's Dad going to break a bone? Alex is lying on the floor moaning. Zach fakes kicking him. That's a normal Sunday at the Mumford's.