"Yes??? Can I help you?"
I am a zombie, I am a zombie, I am a zombie... I am a zomb--
Oooh look! A stick!
Must collect wood chips... must carry wood chips... must make wood chips into a pile...
I don't know why, but I must!... just one of the many side effects of being a boy.
You're doing what with those wood chips? Making a pile? Hmmm... no... I don't get it.
Best buds. Or if you speak Australian, best mates. I always take my job as translator very seriously.
Lena's feet got a little dirty. Just a little though.
Another one of the side effects of being a boy. Must run races.
Is it just me, or does Conner look like he's going a little off course?
While her brothers were doing weird things like making wood chip piles, and running races, Lena was up to much more important things. Like calling up her girls to plan their next pedicure. And really! Can you blame her... you saw the dirty foot picture, right?
This one just doesn't have the ability to smile nicely for me! "Conner, smile for mommy!"
"Conner, smile for mommy!"
"Conner! Smile for momm-- ah, forget it!"