Recapping the Day

Me: So did you have a good day today?

Little Man: Yeah.

Me: Did you have fun at the playground?

Little Man: Yeah. And ice cream.

Up!

Made up German Word of the Day - Kindersteigern: The condition in a toddler that makes them think they need to be picked up at all times.

"More Nooj! MORE NOOJ!"

We've created an orange juice loving monster at home.

Apple and cranberry are no longer on the Acceptable Juices list.

Milk is sometimes OK.

But once they put a train car on the side of the Tropicana box, it was all over. Juice AND trains? Forget it.

"What do you mean they don't serve orange juice here?!"

I swear this conversation actually happened...

"So what do you get for gas mileage in that thing?"

"My Fit? 35 - 36. A little bit better than advertised."

I point to his Vette.

"What do you get for mileage in that thing?"

"Low 20s in the city. Maybe 28 on the highway."

"What's your 0 - 60?"

"Don't know... Under 5."

"Yeah, I'm almost twice that."

"They got a Chevy coming out gonna get 250 miles per gallon."

"Yeah, but it ain't out yet."

"I'm a gonna have them make my Hummer a hybrid."

"What?!"

"Yeah. Dealer says he can do it for $15 thousand."

"You're going to spend $15 grand to retro-fit a Hummer as a hybrid?"

"Yeah, sure. Why not?"

"Wouldn't that money be better spent on a new car that got better mileage? Or, you know, gas?"

"Yeah, but this one is a collectible, Man. They don't make them anymore."

"OK."

He was late 30s. A war veteran according to his plates. And apparently had eff you money.

He was of mixed ethnicity. Maybe half Asian, half Hispanic.

And all Ro Dilunduh.

Important Stuff

Little Man knows where all the important stuff in the neighborhood is.

When we drive by the ice cream place, he says "Ice cream... Ice CREAM!"

When we drive by the fire station, he says "Fire trucks... Fire TRUCKS!"

The bike path entrance is the latest addition to the List of Important Places:

"Ride bikes... RIDE BIKES!"

Why Did the Chicken Cross the Road?

This guy woke me up at 5:00 one morning recently.


My first thought was that our Wacky Neighbor had started keeping farm animals.

But, as it turns out, this guy was out by himself having a night on the town.

I felt bad for him at first. Be safe, Little Rooster.


But then he tried to peck at Jen. And he chased me around the driveway. And I started to not like him so much.

So why did the chicken cross the road?

To harass us, obviously. To terrorize us. To make us feel unsafe in our own home.

This cock was a real prick.

Peek a Boo

Where's Little Man?


There he is!