Week 68 - We are Seventeen.

We are twenty-four. Twenty-four weeks old. Why are you doing that? Doing what? Making faces at me. How do you know I’m making faces? We won’t open our eyes for another three weeks. Wait, you’re probably saying that because you’re making faces at me! Right? Wait! Shh! Did you ear that? Did I “ear” that? Yeah, did you “ear” that? Is that your idea of a joke? Maybe. Brothers are so corny. Now that’s a “Dad” joke! Do you think they got it? That we’re as big as ears of corn? I hope so.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    -a.m.opdahl