Wednesday, July 28, 2010
“Mama? I think I have a cold.”
I felt Bob's forehead. “You do? How are you feeling? What are your symptoms?”
“My main symptom is that I don’t want to go to Soccer Camp today.”
“Today I need to be at all the places that aren’t Soccer Camp and do a lot of not Soccer Camp things to make it better.”
So we took a day off from Soccer Camp.
Instead of Soccer Camp, we had a long discussion about the dream Bob had last night about "protocol droids, companion droids and lots of balloons."
Instead of Soccer Camp, Bob created five new robots out of robot magnets.
Instead of Soccer Camp, Bob had a play date with Mia and told her the story of Elemenopeo, the kitty who dreamed he could fly.
Instead of Soccer Camp, we had a medium-ish long discussion about why a super market is called a “super” market and if Super Man shops there. (Probably.) There was a related tangent regarding the existence of a Super Trader Joe’s. (There is not one that I know of, although it is an excellent idea.)
Instead of Soccer Camp, Bob went to J.P.’s house to see his new swing set and eat three pieces of watermelon.
Instead of Soccer Camp, Bob sang A Bushel and a Peck to Violet.
Instead of Soccer Camp, we had a Tuesday.
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