Once every two months...

That seems to be how often we post on here. To give you a small slice of our life lately, here is a conversation we had on our way out the door to go to coach pitch practice:
Josh: I can't believe I am seven.
Dad: I can't believe it either.
Josh: So much changes when you turn seven...
Dad: (Holding back laughter) Like what exactly?
Josh: You lose a lot of teeth.
This of course leads to a discussion about going to the dentist, and whether or not Josh needs braces. Which leads to the following dialogue:
Dad: You aren't getting braces, because you're only seven, and you don't have adult teeth yet.
Josh: How do you know that?
Dad: Because I am a Dad...
Calvin: and Dads know everything about everything.

Last story. On our way home from practice we drive on a fairly bumpy paved road. As we go over these bumps Josh makes this attempt at not being offensive:
Josh: Boy it sure is hard for a passenger to drink their Gatorade in the backseat when the person driving hits all of the bumps in the road...Don't you think Dad?