Santa's Dad

Foot Self Portrait by Bob

"Mom? When did Santa's dad die?"

"Santa Claus's dad?"

"Yeah."

"Why do you think Santa's dad is dead?"

"Well, does Santa have a dad?"

"Um. I'm gonna say, yes?"

"Santa is very old so I thought maybe his dad was very dead."

"I don't know how old Santa is or anything about his parents."

"Oh... I am very old now because I am four."

"You are a big boy but you are not very old. You know daddy and I aren't going anywhere, right? You are stuck with us, Buddy."

"Thanks, mom."

Bob and Louie the Super

When we stayed with our friends in New York last month, Uncle Dave arranged a meeting between Bob and Louie, their building supervisor.

"So, Mama? When you put the garbage into the chute it goes down a tunnel and it ends up in a giant bag at Mr. Louie the Super. Did you know that? It does. Then when the bag gets full, Mr. Louie the Super puts the garbage bag into a muncher and then it goes in another big garbage dumpster-can. Have you seen one of those before, Mom? It is really good. Then in the under part of the building, Mr. Louie the Super also has the part where there are little machines that do electricity for the whole tall building of Uncle Dave and Aunt Toni and baby Ramona. Does baby Ramona know Mr. Louie the Super? She should know him. Mr. Louie the Super is my friend now. He knows lots of things."


Thanks, Uncle Dave. Thanks, Mr. Louie the Super.

Smacksy Sunday Links

I've never met a Slow Loris before but I would like to hang out with one.

This has lovely rooms to get lost in...

Here is a version of "Bei Mir Bist Du Schön" by Waldeck I'm liking.

Happy Sunday.

Smacksy Saturday Photo: Star Ship or ATAT?

And no, I am not sure how long she had been carrying a passenger.

Ladies Man

Bob and I had lunch in a fancy pants restaurant with two of my girl friends yesterday. After dessert Bob whispered in my ear, "Mom can we go to the beach after this lunch?"

"It's going to be foggy and cold."

"That's okay."

"And we're wearing dress up clothes and don't have sweaters."

"That's okay, Mom."

"Okay. Let's do it. We can only stay for about half an hour though."

Bob then raised his hand to introduce a topic into the grown up conversation, "Pardon me, ladies?"

"What's up, Bob?" said Anna. I smiled, waiting to hear Bob tell them about our beach plan.

"Ladies? I am wearing new Star Wars underpants right now. They have storm troopers on them."

The man's got game.

At the Target

"Bob, my wallet's not in my purse. Maybe they can hold our cart while we go home and get it."

"Don't you have cash in your pocket, Mama?"

"Oh, yeah. I guess I do."

"Is it enough?"

"No. Not for everything we've got here."

"Mom? Let's just put some stuff back."

"That would be smarter wouldn't it?

"And we should just get the stuff I want."

"I see. What about the stuff I want?"

"But we really came here just for my new sneakers and my Wall-E and Star Wars underpants."

"Wow. You are just... so... right."

"Yes I am, Mom."

Hard Sleeping

"Mom? There was another scary nightmare in my bed last night and hard sleeping."

"Well, that's rotten. What happened in your nightmare?"

"Boba Fett and Jaba the Hutt were trying to carbonite you just like Han Solo."

"Ew."

"Yeah but I was there and so I gave Boba Fett my toy action figure of himself with a jet pack. Then he was happier and turned into a good guy. Then he let you go. But it was still scary."

"It sounds like it."

"I rescued you."

"I think you do that more than you'll ever know, Bob."