The Tooth Ferey

On Saturday I noticed that Harrison was very quiet and studiously doing "something" in our office. When he left, I found this propped on the chair. It was so cute I couldn't resist putting it on my blog. :)

Needless to say, the "tooth ferey" came that night.

Sunday, Hazel was talking in what I like to call, Hazelese. This is where you ask her questions, and her answers don't have anything to do with what you just asked her. For example, Sunday I asked her...
"Hazel, how was church?"
"Seven." (Uh huh. Okay....whatever that means!)
"Oh, are you seven?"
"No, I'm four!" (rare occurence when response actually matches!)
"Do you want to go to grandma's?"
"Nuffing." (This is generally what she says when you need her to do something...Hazel, pick up your clothes...to which she responds, Nuffing! or nothing, for those of you who can't translate Hazelese.)

Anyway, it's funny, and usually gives us a good laugh, if anything.