We like the fact that the boys are regularly given art projects at school, but we're starting to get a little concerned that perhaps Mojo has some latent psychological issues -- his drawings are a little... disturbing.

His latest opus smacks of the over-hyped 80s dabbler Basquiat (though I think Mojo's forms are technically superior). The face expresses nearly every aspect of modern malaise; the upheld hand imparts totalitarianism in a direct and arresting way. It's all Mojo.

And speaking of Mojo, I was singing Devo's "Go Monkey Go (Mojo Jojo)" last night as the boys were going to sleep. Once I was done, Mojo let loose with a giant fart. I calmly said to both of them: "When I said 'go monkey go' I didn't mean 'go to the bathroom.'"

This was clearly the funniest thing they ever heard; they laughed for about 20 minutes.

Maniacs.

We need Gurjot on this blog.