Can you guess which side of his mouth had the filling? No?... 
Well! How about now??? I thought so.
And because I don't get around to updating this blog as much as I like to, either because I'm too lazy or too busy getting my kids done learned good, I think I'll post a couple other things right here right now, because who knows when I'll get a minute to sit at this computer again.
So... a Conner story...
(disclaimer: if you are not LDS you may not get this one at all. Sorry)
We practice an article of faith every morning before the "real" school begins. Once it is learned, aka, memorized by Reid and Jarom, we move on to the next one. It usually takes about a week or two to learn one. What I wasn't expecting was Conner wanting to learn them so badly. So he tries his hardest to memorize what he can, and it is so extremely cute, I have no idea why. You'd have to be there I guess.
ANYWAY! This morning I figured it was time to test them on their fifth article of faith, and Reid and Jarom recited it like little angels, perfect as can be. Then Conner starts shouting, "my turn, my turn, MY TURN!" (He tends to get over excited, and he loves to say things in threes). So then he sits on my lap and asks for some help. Which means I say the first few words, and he finishes off on his own. He usually gets a little mixed up, and this morning was no exception, much to the delight of his brothers.
It went a little something like this...
Mommy: "We believe that a man..."
Conner: "must be called of God."
Mommy: "By prophesy, and by..."
Conner: "the laying on of pants."
That's right, pants. Oops. Now cue the older brothers laughing their heads off, and Conner wondering what on earth is so funny. He can't figure it out, but starts laughing with them anyway.
The end. (Of the story, not this post)
This next bit is only really going to make sense/be funny to the Coates' out there (sorry for excluding yet again). I'll try to explain it to you people that aren't lucky enough to be a Coates.
When we were beautiful, angelic little children, somehow, someway unbeknownst to me, we came up with a kind of chant for our family where each person's name would be said, followed by a little personality trait that matched them, and also started with the same letter as that person's name. Confused yet? Well, good.
For example... mine was, "Mandy mouse" ... 'cause I'm quiet, get it now?
Ridiculous right? Well, we loved it.
ANYWAY... somehow, I don't know why, my brother David ended up being "Davy dirty dog." I guess maybe because he was the only son, and was messy and well... a boy. He hated it. And therefore, we loved it even more and would tease him with it mercilessly. He wanted so badly to be "Davy dinosaur," because he loved dinosaurs... but we would not relent. What cruel sisters we were to him. And so every time we'd say the chant, and get to his name, we'd laugh at him and say, "Davy dirty dog" and he'd get angry and yell at us, "NO! It's Davy dinosaur!" And we'd say, "no... it's Davy dirty dog," and he'd get more angry and shout, "NO!!! It's Davy dinosaur!" And on and on it would go.
We are a weird family, I know. And I sure hope David doesn't mind me sharing this with the world. Too late now, I guess.
ANYWAY! The point of this rambling!!! While at the library with my kids this morning, I found these books, and was reminded of my days as an annoying sister...
If you can't figure it out... look at the title of the book.
Haha... I love ya, Davy! (dirty dog)