That's not how it works...

The five of us went to the chiropractor tonight. After Nolan was adjusted, he climbed off the table and flexed his biceps. He gave one a squeeze, gave a loud, satisfied grunt, and marched out of the room. 

I'm not quite sure if he understands what chiropractic adjustments do....

Sam got adjusted, stood up, and farted. He commented that everything must be lined up correctly now. Bless Dr. Waswick. He laughed just as hard as the boys. 

An announcement

My overly dramatic, linguistically blessed fourth grader was having trouble with decorating his Valentine box tonight. The glitter pen had gotten away from him and he was left with a sparkly blob. He sighed in complete disgust and muttered, "Oh, great. I've failed at being inadequate."

Wait. Wouldn't that be a good thing?