Day Camp

"Hey, Bud. How was your first day of summer camp?"

"It was great."

"What did you do?"

"We swam and did archery and campfire songs and a bunch of stuff. Oh, and I saw a lizard in the wild."

"Nice. I'm glad you liked it."

"It was good except one thing. It's verrry tiring. There should be more sitting."

Name Game

 
I have nicknames for Bob. Obviously, Bob itself is a diminutive of Robert. I mean other nicknames. I do not know where they came from but they are here and they do not seem to be going away. In a typical day, most of these names will be used at least once. I last made a list when Bob was three. Following is an updated, and somewhat abbreviated, list.

Bob
Bobs
Babba
Babbaloo
Babbalulu
Poops
Pooman
Poomanian
Pooch
Poochman
Poochy
Poocheesey
Puccini
Chooch
Pooter
Pooterman
Junior Rosenberg
Rosenberger
Mr. Rosenbaby
Mr. Magoo
Mr. McGillicuty
Dr. McGee
Babe
Babyface
Babyman
Mr. Babyman
Bud
Buddy
Bud-why
Sweets
Sweetness
Sweetsman
Boots
Bootsy
Boodge
My Sweet Love
Pumpkin Head
and Tiny

Don't get me started on my nicknames for the dog.

Word of the Day

"Hey, Mom!"

"Yep."

"Guess what?"

"What?"

"Extreme!"

"Extreme what?"

"Extreme! Extreme! Extreme! Just extreme!"

Smacksy Sunday Links

 
A lovely essay about imagination.

Love these secret writings hidden in hotel rooms.

And a baby goat love pile.

Happy Sunday.

Smacksy Saturday Photo: Tickling

That's the spot.

The Air Out There

"You know what, Mom? I can feel air. I can feel it on me and feel it again when I move my hand like this."

"What does it feel like?"

"It feels like putting your hand through a ghost. Those are real, you know."

Oh My

"Mom, I'm done with Legos."

"What?"

"I mean it. I'm not into them anymore."

"Seriously? You want to get rid of all of them?'"

"No, you should save them for my kids."

"Wow."

"And I'm done with rock and roll. Now my thing is jazz. Smooth jazz."