When Katie found out I had been assigned to Islamabad for a year (the Denver of the Asian Plateau?) she immediately purchased a 14-foot diameter spring-loaded black vinyl circle. The kids call it the jumpalator. Seeing its eight-foot-high steel-reinforced mesh encasement, I call it Celebrity Death Match.
By any name, so far it is a raging success. I put my money on Brittany to defeat Michael and retreat inside for newly child-free Saturdays. Katie, I salute you.
Monday, November 1, 2010
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Caleb's Funny Questions
I took Caleb to see "Secretariat" over the weekend. After, Caleb was disappointed. "Dad, they never told the secret."
"What secret, Buddy?"
"The horse's secret. What was his secret?"
"Caleb, I'm not sure what you're talking about. There was no secret."
"The 'tariat,' Daddy. The secret tariat. What was the secret?"
Reminded me of his burning question after his first viewing of Star Wars: Dad, if light sabers can stop lasers, why can't they stop tractor beams?
"What secret, Buddy?"
"The horse's secret. What was his secret?"
"Caleb, I'm not sure what you're talking about. There was no secret."
"The 'tariat,' Daddy. The secret tariat. What was the secret?"
Reminded me of his burning question after his first viewing of Star Wars: Dad, if light sabers can stop lasers, why can't they stop tractor beams?
Monday, September 27, 2010
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