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We never pray. Tonight, before we slept, Thad decided to close his eyes and hold his palms together and pray that God will fix his Power Ranger motorbike game for one player, two players and even three players. "And how do you finish praying, mom?" He had to start all over again to make it official, complete with a resounding Amen. Having mastered the pro forma, he prayed again, "Dear God, please help make Joe not sick any more. Amen"

Earlier, in the bath, I asked where Thad got some bruises on his legs from. He said they were from the same incident when Joe pushed him and he hit his head. I asked him if he was angry with Joe. Thad indignantly replied that he's not angry with Joe. Rather, he's angry with Joe's sickness.

We have recently found an alternative to sex. Australian Sausage Sizzle flavoured potato chips, from Smiths'. Part of the Flavours of the Commonwealth Countries series, to commemorate the Commonwealth games. Melbourne has never been so clean, had so many street lamps working, fountains clean and flowing, roads built, extra lanes added, Mayors well-groomed, lawn mowing companies raking in so much profits (haha). And so, Australians all over can exalt in the humble HOT DOG, with all its immeasurable charm and nutritional value. Finally, something to be proud of. It's bloody good. Don decided to share the ebullience and sneak a handful of chips into Thad's room as he was trying to sleep. He's so wierd. He's also taken to drinking soft drinks and water from a bowl.

Last night, Don and I were damn bored, so we decided to draw ang kongs (tattoos) on each other. Don decided to draw an eagle eating a worm on my back, and the famous Chinese poem by Li Bai (Chuang Qian Ming Yue Guang) on my arm.

We're going to watch our free Tropfest DVD now.