Happy Birthday, Aaron!

Last Thursday, several of my co-worker friends and I gathered at the Ram to celebrate the continued existence of the amazing Aaron Miller!


Aaron in his birthday regalia.


Yes, the Ram serves a kind of beer called the Buttface, and I find that hysterical because my inner four-year-old is alive and well. That is all.

Kid-Quotage

So as anyone who knows me is well aware, I love telling stories about the kids at my work. And today I have a great one:

So there's this little boy who's one of the cutest, funniest, smartest kids I know (he's four years old and can read and write pretty much anything), who also happens to be Mormon. Today he came into class talking about his new "body book" that he had at home, and I was asking him about it when suddenly he said: "Beatrice, smoking and drinking coffee is bad for your body."
Me: "Oh . . . was that in your body book?"
Little boy: "No. It's in the scriptures."
Me: "Uh . . . well, I only do one of those things. Drinking coffee, I mean."
Little boy: "Well, you shouldn't do that. It's in the Scriptures."

. . . little boy goes back to building with blocks . . .

Me (quietly, to Megan): "I think I'm going to hell."