Or not, as the case may be. 
Ok, now that Barney’s done ridiculing me (see post below) I can post about our recent haircutting extraveganza!
Chloe, Patrick, Ayden, and Gramma Gail once again came over to attend a barber shop night at the cheapest shop in town. While we couldn’t convince my mom to let us buzz her hair, we did manage to rope in Emery, Ayden, and the barber himself, Barney. All three are now sporting the most fasionable of Boisvert haircuts; The straight 3/4 inch buzz.
Barney affectionately calls Emery the micro marine, and Emery is looking amazingly more like Barney with each passing moment. Definitely takes after his father, that boy. God help us all. ;) Go check out the pics.
We’re sitting at breakfast, eating oatmeal, and I after several minutes of prodding, I finally manage to convince Heather to actually tell me what she wants to do today, rather than just saying "the weather doesn’t look good" and the like. Turns out she wants to go to Willamette Falls, that huge falls with the bridge in front of it. Except that, for all those who are familiar with Oregon geography, the Willamette is about the flattest river ever. What she really means is Multnomah Falls, which is up the Gorge a ways.
H: Then where’s the Willamette?
B: (is she serious?) Right through the center of Portland.
H: Isn’t that the Columbia?
B: No. (she can’t be serious!)
H: Then where’s the Columbia?
B: Between Oregon and Washington. (she’s lived here for how many years?)
H: (eyes glazed in disbelief) Then how did we get on the Coast Guard boat in Astoria, and come to the Rose Festival?
B: The Willamette is a tributary of the Columbia.
H: Oh.
I think home schooling is out. ; )