The Letter M is for Martian

This is about the three little martians.

Martians live on Mars.

The first little martian was named Macaroni and Cheese.

The second little martian was named Mushroom.

The third little martian was named Marshmallow.

The first little martian was going to his friend's house. And then the second little martian was there and then he was cutting some trees with his cutter, well, his knife. And then the third little martian was getting his sled and standing up and skating down the snow. And then he falled off and bonked his head on a tree. I don't know what came out of his head, because he doesn't have blood because he's a martian, but he was dead. He was weird because he was sledding and he didn't want to turn. He wanted to see if he could jump over that tree, but he crashed.

Then the second little martian bonked his head too. The first little martian bonked his head too. And then they were all dead.

The End.

I live on Earth in the Milky Way. Earth is the third planet.

The End.

It's what the police do

Hayden has ALWAYS been fascinated, or maybe terrified by the thought of jail.

He has been known to ask me during an entire round of errand running questions like:

"If I hit that window over there with my sword and broke it, would I go to jail?"

"If you ran over that car in front of us, would you go to jail?"

"If you jumped off a house would you go to jail?"

"If you ran over a bike would you go to jail?"

Now, every time he hears sirens he says, "Oh man, mom, I know those policemen are going to under arrest someone."

If you say, "Hayden, what do the police do to people who break the law?" he says, "They under arrest them."

So cute.

I'm hoping his intrigue with legalities is more because one day he will be a lawyer or something, not because he will be a criminal.

I'm praying.

Heavens, I'm praying.