We went to my step-niece’s for Thanksgiving, and Andy as always had a blast. He and his cousin Miles spent the better part of the day being boys and having a blast. It was a wonderful time of the year.

Kennedy, Andy, Madisyn, Preston, Miles

(Our regular camera’s batteries died, so this is from the cell phone.)

We have two neighbor dogs who always run and bark when they see Super-Dog go outside. This evening Andy and I went out, and they started running and barking at us.

Andy: Guys, I’m not Super-Dog! Can’t you see I’m a human? I’m not a dog. Can’t you see I’m wearing shoes?

“I think there’s trick-or-treating on Christmas too. I remember trick-or-treating last Christmas.”

Andy had a conversation with his Grandma Jerrie on the aspect of getting a mouse (What I could over hear from the cell phone)

GJ: You could get a caged mouse, then you could play wih it/

Andy: mom we could get a caged mouse then we could play with it.

Sarah: NOOOOOO.

Andy: Yea then we could let Super Dog chase it.

Jay: Yea we could get a caged mouse, and play with it and put it in one of those balls, and then Super Dog could chase it.

Andy: Oh Jay that is so for a hampster.

>>Then Andy proceed to talk with Grandma Jerrie for a bit more.

Andy made a new recipe for breakfast: cold leftover spaghetti, mixed with shredded cheddar cheese and raspberry jam, and garnished with banana slices and parmesan cheese. When he brought his creation upstairs to show me, he dropped some of it on the floor. Undeterred, he scooped it up and put it back on the plate.

“Oh, I almost forgot that I needed dog hair. Yeah, dog hair is one of the ingredients. It sure is a good thing I dropped this.”

Andy and I were talking about Mill City Museum, where his class went on a field trip yesterday.

Andy: Does Mill City Museum ever close?

Me: Oh, sure. I think all museums close sometime. I’ve never heard of one that’s open all the time.

Andy: Well, what if we build a bridge from the emergency room to a museum? Because emergency rooms are open all the time.

“You know the old saying: Anything that kills you probably succeeds the second time.”

[Ed. note: Andy informed me that I misquoted him. The old saying is actually: "Anything that kills you probably succeeds with the second attempt."]

Andy and I took advantage of an unseasonably warm November day with a trip to Newell Park. On the way there, Andy commented on a “house,” which I told him was actually an apartment building.

Andy: Can we live in an apartment building some day?

Me: Well, the three of us probably won’t move to an apartment, but when you grow up you’ll probably have an apartment some time.

Andy: Yeah, I’ll live in that apartment building, so whenever you go to Noodle Park you can visit me. And maybe some time you can have a vacation there for two years.

This is the “boat” he was playing on for a while with a little girl named Rachel (I think).

Andy: It’s breakfast time! Come to the picnic table.

Rachel: I can’t come to the picnic table! The police are trying to dead me. How can I eat breakfast if I’m dead?

And here’s Andy escaping from “prison.” This game was unrelated to Rachel and the police who wanted to dead her. In this game, I was the warden and still Andy’s mother, so he got to have macaroni and cheese for every meal. It’s okay that I gave him preferential treatment, though: he was only in jail because he’d been mind controlled into breaking the law.