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Ummm, Denise corrected me about Drew’s comment–I’d apparently heard wrong. Drew said the woman was a hot chick because she had a red bra, not a red ball.

I have mixed feelings about this. On the one hand, he’s only four. On the other hand, at least he’s showing a healthy interest in girls (I think). Of course, he kept asking Mommy today if she had a bra on–he seems to have a bra fixation. I’m not which way to take that.

I’m also not sure how to take the fact that he keeps wearing his dragon costume from Halloween several times a month. The costume is now over two years old. The legs now only go to his knees.

I guess part of raising kids is being at a puzzled loss.

🙂

With the family at McDonald’s:

Drew: Daddy, the lady on the TV. Is she a hot chick?

Denise and I exchange raised eyebrows.

Me: Uh–I didn’t see her, Drew. What do you think? Was she a hot chick?

Drew: Yeah. She had a red ball.

Later:

Drew: Daddy?

Me: Yes, Drew?

Drew (pointing to the Happy Meal box illustrations): Look at the monkey, Daddy!

Me: Yep–cool monkey, Drew.

Drew: Daddy, he’s got a heart butt!

Sure enough, AIAI the Super Monkey’s hindquarters were heartshaped. My Drew, the detailed observer…

Robert Scoble writes of a great video of two guys playing tennis Matrix-style. The “special effects” are hilarious. (You’ll need Windows Media Player to view it, although mPlayer also played it on my Mac).

New movie trailer: The Incredibles. I can’t wait until it gets into the theaters (November, 2004). It looks like a lot of fun.

From the Prelinger film archives: Are You Popular?

“Ginny think she’s got the key to popularity–parking in cars with boys at night.“

We laughed all the way through this one–a classic must-watch!

I got to watch Drew, Alyssa, and cousin Megan all day today–I was worried, but it was actually a lot of fun. It’s amazing to watch the group dynamics of three little people. Well, it’s more fun when you aren’t separating them every five minutes so that they don’t kill each other.

Seriously, they were pretty well behaved. We got to do a lot of things: play in the pool, play in the house, draw, watch a matinee (Rugrats Go Wild), clean up (a lot), and make some banana bread along the way. I even got to catch up on housework.

I could get to enjoy this. After all, I need to have some kind of marketable skill–this technology gig can’t last forever, right?

If I were more energetic tonight, I’d tell you about my quest to find fireworks on Saturday at Knoebels. I can tell you that canvassing the entire staff of the park at every ride and refreshment stand would net you the information that both Shamokin and Millville had fireworks on Saturday night. Furthermore, Shamokin’s fireworks were to begin at 10:15pm, but wouldn’t be that long because “they didn’t have much money for them this year.” Millville’s fireworks were “very nice,” but when pressed, no one could say that they had actually attended the Millville fireworks. But they were at midnight anyway, so that was kinda late.

If you took the time to put the kids in the car and drive the 30 minutes to Shamokin, you’d find that 10:15 pm fireworks start at 10:00 pm, despite the evidence of roadside signs and local radio, due to the strange time warp the town apparently experiences (it seems to be the only conceivable explanation). Lucky for you that you started out early.

But the fireworks were pretty good.

I saw a segment on the Discovery Channel tonight that referenced the Prelinger film archive on the Internet. If you go there, you should be able to get up to 1,900 clips of archival footage of old films, e.g. public service films on procedures to follow in case of nuclear attack. I can’t get there right now–perhaps the site is flooded with traffic–but I plan to keep trying. Cool stuff.

OK–we’re back from Knoebels, which was a lot of fun and a great weekend (we camped there with Dawn and Mike–Dawn’s only a week from her due date, so events had an added dimension of suspense).

Drew, however, set new standards for whining and carrying on for the entire weekend. He really went above and beyond–he should get a trophy. As a result, we’re exhausted.

He’ll grow out of it–I know he will.

Right?

I flew all day from Seattle to Chicago to Philly, and then drove two hours back home at midnight to 2:00 am.

One comment: you know you’ve been in an airport too many times when you remember exactly where in the terminal the AC outlets are to recharge your laptop.