Mike got a copy of EMC-opoly at the EMC Symposium. It's a very commercial version of Monopoly, where company names are listed in place of the regular properties and such. It was free, and some of the cards...was enough to satisfy him. The annoying thing about this game is that the older one kept asking me, "What does that mean?" I guess that unless you have a background in EMC, it's not quite so funny
I was sitting at the dinner table, chatting with my mom and Mike, when the little one came up. He was holding a toy light saber (one of those telescoping ones). He handed it to me, collapsed to the shortest...we can't find it.) The younger one told me that his favorite person is Obi Wan Kenobi. I was surprised. When I was a kid, I loved Princess Leia and Luke. This kid has much more wisdom than I did at 4
Today involved a lot of shopping. I bought a few things for my new place, and Mike needed some new clothes for the conference. Of course, he won't go shopping unless I drag him kicking and screaming because...have one. My response was, "I'm sorry, but we can't get you one tonight.") I'm not too worried, though. In a few years, they probably won't realize it's the same kid they think is well-behaved
The older one is becoming a fan of Rush, and by the law of worshipping older brothers, the younger one is, too. The older one, however, gets very annoyed when the younger one uses the wrong lyrics. He...where the whole Eeyore voice came from...but I suspect this will make great blackmail material when he's older.) The relevant song is provided for comparison (from ~40 seconds to ~60 seconds).
Caught in the act
It's taken me months, but I finally got photographic evidence that the cat does sleep with younger son. He doesn't believe this because, as soon as the cat realizes there are people awake, he runs and hopes no one realizes that he's really "mother-hen cat" and that his "really aloof cat" facade is not yet broken.
I think we've been watching a few too many Magic School Bus videos. The younger one had a fall tonight and scraped his nose. His brother was walking with him while he rode his bike (with training wheels...going to the hospital. I think he was concerned I would be angry if he hadn't followed proper emergency medical procedures. Cuz you know that at 12 years old, he should obviously know those things
ursulagoddess , who is the coordinator for Region Six of Starfleet , suggested I send my story about the younger offspring's decision that he was friends with Wil Wheaton based on the fact he liked his picture. And since she's the boss, I have to follow orders. Apparently he liked the story. It's hard to top that one. :-)
I think we've reached the point where our Dover Dinosaur ABC Coloring Book is not imparting any more useful knowledge. I think we're now going to have to hit Yahoo! Kids Dinopedia or the Natural History... is a cousin of the stegosaurus while Zephyrosaurus is not. How come little boys can remember all these insanely long dinosaur names, but two years later cannot remember their homework
