Sunday, December 16, 2007

Can't really argue with his logic

(Riding down the road, seemingly lost in deep thought as he stared out the window) Do you know what I think the worst thing about eating dog poop would be?

(Me, feeling queasy) No . . . what?

(Him, with a definitive nod) The aftertaste.

Monday, December 10, 2007

(older sister, a bit panicked) We haven't gone to see Santa yet! We have to go to the mall and see Santa to tell him what we want for Christmas!

(The Boy, rolling his eyes) Everyone KNOWS that the Mall Santa is just a big fake . . .

(me, holding my breath, wondering if the jig is up, as he continues) . . . Everybody knows the fastest way to get your Christmas list to the REAL Santa is to email him! Don't you know anything?!

Littlest Guitar Hero

This isn't exactly funny, as much as it's eerie . . .

There's something unsettling about watching a 6 year old transfixed in front of a television, with chubby little hands strumming Eric Clapton's intro on Cream's "Sunshine Of Your Love".

Even stranger is hearing said 6 year old humming an old KISS tune while he draws monsters on notebook paper.

What kind of Pandora's box have we opened with this Guitar Hero? It's like watching the dead rise from the grave.

Creepy.

Been awhile

Yeah, I know. I haven't kept up with this site very well.

The boy didn't get less funny. I just got more lazy.

I'll try to do better.