Revenge Will Be Mine

I'm convinced that Jack breathes a sigh of relief every day at 6 p.m. when daddy gets home and rescues him from the estrogen party that goes on every day here on Pleasant Street. Given Anna's affinity for all things pink, purple, and princessy (and my unwillingness to break the obsession), Jack is pretty much subject to every last one of Anna's girly whims including being dressed up in doll clothes and accessories. Revenge, I suspect, will one day be his...

Along those lines, allow me to extend a challenge question to those of you who regularly read and comment on this blog. Please properly identify the item I found jammed in my nail clippers this morning, as pictured below:

Summery Day

After surviving the rain storm of the century last week, we were glad to finally see some sun yesterday. Anna and I took full advantage, playing with chalk in the driveway for what seemed like a good five hours. The best part was Anna's creative version of hopscotch... but hey, whatever gets the wiggles out.
In other news, Anna had her first trip to the dentist this week and did a great job sitting still for almost 30 minutes and not freaking out when they used "Mr. Thirsty" to suck the water out of her mouth. Unfortunately, I'm afraid most of the anti-sweets talk will go unheeded. Here she is licking the Jello section of her plate clean after lunch yesterday.
As for Jack, thanks to Gigi (Great Grandmom Turner), he's all set for the beach this year in his new plaid swim trunks. He's got a little room to grow, but that's probably for the best since this chubber is packing on the pounds and inches like crazy.

Snoring Jack

Giggling Jack