The other day at work I did something which is not a grand idea. I cut my finger. Now let me tell you HOW I did this magnificent thing. It all started whilst we were cutting lettuce. You cut lettuce by using scissors, now you are probably thinking "well that doesn't sound to hard?" And guess what, IT SHOULDN'T BE! But for someone so challenged as myself it becomes a hard and very painful task. At any rate we were cutting along and it was going quite well, we were almost done when BAM! I cut myself. And I mean CUT myself.You wouldn't think that dollar scissors could be so sharp, but never underestimate the quality of something because of its low price. Anyways it really didn't hurt too bad but when I looked down and saw my life's blood flowing down my arm I realized it was far worse than I could have possibly imagined..well almost. So I said "um I cut myself" and my boss lady says "like bad?" "yeah, pretty bad I said" and showed her the awfulness of what the scissors had wreaked upon me. She exclaimed "OH! hurry go wash it off" And so I drove the gator as fast as it could go, washed it, and as I was washing it I realized that I had almost cut the tip of my middle finger off! I thought to myself, "well this sucks! I should probably get stitches, buuuut I'm not, well this isn't nothin a band-aid can't fix." So quite simply I put a band-aid on it and all is well except for my poor mutilated finger. Which is healing quite well. The gist of this tale is that a little strip of plastic and gauze called a band-aid can fix just about anything. And remember watch out for dollar scissors and make sure your fingers are out of the way, better yet just wear some gauntlets.
-Chipotle

So SoC (SonofCoco) was told by MoC (Mother of Coco) not to chase the cats unless they were happy about it. Now every time she sees him chasing them, she asks him what he's doing. He replies "I'm chasing a Happy Cat!"

SoC asked me this morning if he could play with my phone. I said no. He asked why. I said "the walls are blue." He looked around for a moment, and then said in a surprised tone, "the walls *are* blue!"

-Coco

So we have a game called UpWords. It's similar to Scrabble, in that it has a bunch of letter tiles. There was no bag for these tiles. BoC (Brother of Coco, who is visiting MoC(Mother of Coco)) says to himself, "Self. We need a bag. I will make one!" The result is pictured below. "Gosh", you say. "That looks very much like a dusting rag, paper-clipped together." Well gentle reader, you have once again proven your intelligence. It is, in fact, a dust rag, paper-clipped together.



Fast-forward several weeks. Coco comes to visit. She plays UpWords with MoC, and says to herself; "Self. This tile bag appears to be a dust rag, paper-clipped together. Wait! It *is* a dust rag paper-clipped together! I will make a bag." The result is below.



That, gentle readers, is the difference between boys and girls.

-Coco

MoC (Mothe of Coco) was doing her exercises under the watchful eye of coco's son this morning, and was feeling rather creaky. She sighed and said "Buddy, Mamah is too old." He said "Why you too old?" She said "I just am." He said, "Well, Mama's big and you're old." Gud one...

-Coco