Delicious disease

Today I went to the eye doctor for my regular glaucoma screening -- ahhh, genetics.  When I was finished my appointment, I picked the boys up from camp.  "I thought you'd be here earlier," said Cameron.

"Oh," I replied, "remember?  I had to go to the eye doctor?"

"Oh yeah," piped up Matthew.  "So, do you have guacamola?"

Guacamola = a delicious Italian twist on a classic Mexican dip

Glaucoma = an insidious eye disease that slowly steals your vision.

I'll take the guacamola, please!

Incentives

Matthew's birthday is quickly approaching and he has been thinking BIG in terms of presents.  He has suggested that a moped would be a great gift for a 7-year-old.  I disagree.  He feels that seven is plenty old enough for his own cell phone.  I disagree.  He then proposed that a pet rabbit would be fun.  "Yes," I said, "a rabbit would be fun.  But I can't even get anybody to help take care of the aquarium snails.  So, who would take care of this rabbit?"

"ME!" shouted Matthew.  "Except the poop.  Cameron could take care of the poop.  But I would hold it and feed it carrots and take it for walks!"

At this point, Cameron broke in, "I'm not taking care of the poop.  And rabbits don't go on walks."

Matthew rolled his eyes at Cameron and replied, "Uhhh, they do if you show them the carrot!"