The Boy's love letter to his new Wii:
11 years ago
Friday, April 27, 2007
PDA
Once again, in the car . . .
Boy, in a rare display of unprovoked kindness and unselfishness to his sister, "Here, do you want a piece of Laffy Taffy? It's purple, your favorite color . . ."
Sister, overcome with joy, embracing him in an overly-enthusiastic hug, "THANK you! You DO love me!"
Boy, exasperated, pushing her away, disgusted look on his face, "Damn! Get a ROOM, why don'tcha?"
Boy, in a rare display of unprovoked kindness and unselfishness to his sister, "Here, do you want a piece of Laffy Taffy? It's purple, your favorite color . . ."
Sister, overcome with joy, embracing him in an overly-enthusiastic hug, "THANK you! You DO love me!"
Boy, exasperated, pushing her away, disgusted look on his face, "Damn! Get a ROOM, why don'tcha?"
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Necessity is the mother of invention
(yesterday, while riding in the car to his baseball game. Editor's note: The Boy does some of his best thinking in the car) "You know how I have to step out into the street to check the mail? Well, that's really dangerous. Someone could run over me with a car."
I nodded silently in agreement and said, "That's true. That's why you have to watch for cars and wait until the street is clear to step out and check the mail."
He pondered that for a moment and responded, "Well, yeah . . . OR . . . they could make mailboxes with 2 doors: one on the front like they have now, and one on the back. If there was a door on the BACK, I could stay in the yard and check the mail and not get killed."
Yep.
I'm setting up a sit-down meeting with these guys. I'll be there, of course, but I think I'll let The Boy do all the negotiating and deal with the patent office.
I nodded silently in agreement and said, "That's true. That's why you have to watch for cars and wait until the street is clear to step out and check the mail."
He pondered that for a moment and responded, "Well, yeah . . . OR . . . they could make mailboxes with 2 doors: one on the front like they have now, and one on the back. If there was a door on the BACK, I could stay in the yard and check the mail and not get killed."
Yep.
I'm setting up a sit-down meeting with these guys. I'll be there, of course, but I think I'll let The Boy do all the negotiating and deal with the patent office.
Friday, April 13, 2007
Happy Birthday, Baby Boy!
I can't believe my little man is 6 today!
Just wanted to post a quick note before I left to pick up cookies for his "Birthday Lunch" surprise at school with all of his little kindergarten friends.
Feel free to leave him birthday wishes in the comments. But, gotta warn ya, if YOU call him "Baby Boy", he'll punch you. Hard.
Some things are reserved only for mom. I even get to kiss him.
Sometimes.
Just wanted to post a quick note before I left to pick up cookies for his "Birthday Lunch" surprise at school with all of his little kindergarten friends.
Feel free to leave him birthday wishes in the comments. But, gotta warn ya, if YOU call him "Baby Boy", he'll punch you. Hard.
Some things are reserved only for mom. I even get to kiss him.
Sometimes.
Monday, April 9, 2007
Body Mods
Boy, peering at a large marquis sign on a T-Shirt shop in Myrtle Beach: What does E-X-O-T-I-C spell?
Sister: That says "Exotic Piercing". You can get pierced in there.
Boy, with a smirk: I'd like to get YOU an exotic piercing. Your upper lip to your lower lip, so I don't have to hear your all-the-time yap yap yap.
Sister: That says "Exotic Piercing". You can get pierced in there.
Boy, with a smirk: I'd like to get YOU an exotic piercing. Your upper lip to your lower lip, so I don't have to hear your all-the-time yap yap yap.
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