I am the walrus...

If you need to know one thing about Spud, know this.  The kid loves his walruses.  Today he received a fantastic (and HUGE) new walrus from his daycare lady.  We decided it was time to document the collection for posterity, so please, enjoy.

The smallest walrus, a ceramic whistle walrus.  He doesn't have an official name (Whistly?).

Squeaky, the plastic walrus.

Wilma (she's kinda flat and weird looking)

Waldo

Baby

Wilbur (Also called Glibert sometimes)

Wally

Tusky, the guy who started it all and is still Spud's best friend.

Wofford

Weirdo

The new guy, Wumbo

When walruses attack.....

The gang is all here.  So many teeth.....

Pigs

"Forest, get your finger out of you mouth."

"I can't Mommy.  The pigs that contol me are making me do it!"

Husbands say funny things too...

The husb has been desperately hoping for snow for the past couple months.  We are predicted to get a snow storm (well, 1-2 inches) tonight.  He doesn't think it is going to happen.  Why?

"Because we don't get to have nice things."

Mommy can't fly

We saw a Pagan bumper sticker today on our way home for dinner the other night. I said that I needed that.

Spud asked why, so I explained that it was a Pagan bumper sticker, and Mommy is pretty much Pagan.
He looked at me and said very seriously, "But Mommy, you don't look like a flying horse."

Do they offer that for 4 year olds?

"Mommy, I don't want to do T-ball.  I think I'll do sword fighting instead."

Do you know how much yellow is on your way to work?

I do.  Spud was kind enough to point out every yellow thing on our drive to daycare today.  And yes, every little dash in the middle of the road counts.

Yellow!  Yellow!  Yellow!

Sheldon has "Bazinga"

Spud has "Wa-bing!"