I couldn't mention this before, as I didn't want to open myself up to the possibility of being raped and murdered, but Tony has been out of town on his little gize vacay for the last four days. The kids and I picked him up from the airport a few hours ago.
He was in Texas and Louisiana for some pivotal footy game of some sort, and this is what he brought home for the boys:
It's an alligator head. A real live dead one. Gross. And he got three of them:
And they smell funny.
When I said, "Why'd you get three of them?" (Cuz, ya know, I thought maybe the boys could share one disgusting alligator head.) He goes, "Well, they were only $11.99. That's a pretty good price for an alligator head, wouldn't you say?" Um. I dunno.
Anywho, the boys are going googoogaga for their alligator heads. They ran and got their alligator toes (the ones uncle Tom got for them in Louisiana last year) from their keepsakes boxes, so they could play with the alligator toes and heads together.