Michigan

Today:
Joe: I know you guys get frustrated when I cry when I have to leave Asa's house, so I'm not going to cry about Asa when we move to Michigan.

Woah.

Joe: I don't think I want to wear superheroish clothes anymore, I just want to wear big boy clothes.

PORK FIGHT!!!

Mom: How was Chrissie's?
Joe: Good. We had a pork fight.
Mom: What?
Joe: A PORK FIGHT.
Dad: What do you mean?
Joe: Everyone was throwing porks at each other.
Dad: I don't believe you.
Joe: It's true!
Dad: I don't believe that Chrissie would let you throw pork at each other.
Mom: What do you mean porks?
Joe: You know, those wine bottle-plugger-things.
Mom: OH! CORKS.
Joe: Yeah, I mean corks.
Dad: Now do you see why I didn't believe you?

Goodbye feet, see you in May

You can just barely see them.

Squeeeeze

Joe: Mom, do you know what I sometimes feel like doing? Squeezing Matthew's head because it is so soft. So I just squeeze my muscles.

Lollipop Dance

Boing! Boing! Boing! Boing!