Sunday, August 3, 2008

Bubble Love

David has an odd grin here. Why? Probably at the mere idea of blowing shit up. Thankfully, for now, we are only talking about bubbles.

Today the boys went to the KI.KA children's festival with Dalia. Angie dropped the boys off and came back for what would turn out to be a fun-filled afternoon of cleaning out our cellar. Why? So that we can clean out Angie's crap, I mean teaching supplies, from the baby room. Why? So that we can build a loft in the baby room. Why? So that we can move Angie's teaching shit back into the baby room. Why? Good question. Ask the teacher.

When the boys came back, we got the update from Brian and Clarice that the boys may not have been so nice to one another. That's just a sugar-coated way of saying that the boys were complete monsters who tried killing each other by chucking roller skates at each other's heads. Why? I don't know - maybe roller skates anger them.

I was heading out the door as the boys rolled in from their kiddy-park death match. I was off to lose big time in a darts tournament while the boys and Angie went out to dinner with Heidi, Barbara, Grams and Opa. I came back just in time to help Opa load up the wagon full of trash that we had been storing in our basement. Why? Because Angie is a packrat. Oddly enough, one of the things that we threw out today - a pair of roller skates.
1) What was the best part of your day?
Peter: When I go'ed to the dog park and walk the dog and I held it.
David: When I Heidi.
Barbara: I liked when Peter showed me his pictures that he took of me and David.

2) What was the worst part of your day?
Peter: When David throw that skate at my head. That hurt.
David: I wanted to down here.
Barbara: When I could not find a parking space.

3) What would you like to do tomorrow?
Peter: To go to bed at Barbara's.
David: When I look a milk-shakey.
Barbara: Well, I want to buy a Ferrari, but unfortunately I have to work.

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