How old is Joshua Ethan Hodge?

The Fabulous Friday Funnies

St. Peter was at the pearly gates, making his usual list of names of people waiting to get into heaven. The first man walked up and Peter asked, “Who are you?”

“It’s me, Albert Jones,” the voice replied. St. Peter took his name and let him in.

St. Peter asked the second one the second same question, “And who are you?”

“It’s me, Charlie Anderson.” St. Peter took his name and let him in.

Finally he turns to the third, asking the same question, “Who are you?”

“It is I, Vera Chapman,” answered the third.

“Oh, great,” muttered St. Peter. “Another English teacher.”

Joshua Finds his Voice

Here is a snippet of Joshua making noises at 12 weeks.
You can see him really concentrating hard as he calmly talks to you.
He normally makes these noises while he’s on his back having his nappy changed.

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You’ve got to love the Irish

Paddy staggered home very late after another evening with his drinking buddy, Mick.

He took off his shoes to avoid waking his wife, Brigid. He tiptoed as quietly as he could toward the stairs leading to their upstairs bedroom, but misjudged the bottom step. As he caught himself by grabbing the banister, his body swung around and he landed heavily on his rump. A whiskey bottle in each back pocket broke and made the landing especially painful.

Managing not to yell, Paddy sprung up, pulled down his pants, and looked in the hall mirror to see that his butt cheeks were cut and bleeding. He managed to quietly find a full box of band-Aids and began putting a Band-Aid as best he could on each place he saw blood. He then hid the now almost empty Band-Aid box and shuffled and stumbled his way to bed.

In the morning, Paddy woke up with searing pain in both his head and butt and Brigid staring at him from across the room.
She said, “You were drunk again last night weren’t you Paddy?”
Paddy said, “Why you say such a mean thing?”
“Well,” Brigid said, “It could be the open front door, it could be the broken glass at the bottom of the stairs, it could be the drops of blood trailing through the house, it could be your bloodshot eyes, but mostly… it’s all those Band-Aids stuck on the hall mirror.