Talking Turkey

"Mom! I forgot to sing the five fat turkeys song to Dad before he left and he won't be here for the Kindergarten Thanksgiving Pageant so I need to call him in Tokyo Japan and sing it for him! Right now! Hurry!"

Sayonara

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"But Mom, why does Dad have to go to Tokyo Japan?"

"He's going for work, Honey."

"But, Mom! Why?"

"He loves us and takes care of us by going to work and this is one of the things he does for his job."

"But, Mom! It's making me so sad that he's going to Tokyo Japan and I miss him so much, so much!"

"I'm sorry, Bob. We can see him on the computer and talk to him while he's gone. The week will go by really fast...  Do you want to practice singing one of your songs for the Kindergarten Thanksgiving Pageant?"

"Yeah, but first I'm going to cry a little bit because of the Sad-Tokyo-Japan-Dad thing. Then we can sing."

Creamed

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Bob's soccer team, The Red Fire Dragons, had a game on Saturday. The team's most "competitive" player was out of town with his family. The opposing team was a little older, a little more experienced. Regarding players this age, the league encourages us not to keep score but I couldn't help but notice that we scored exactly one. The other team scored one approximately every forty seconds. Some highlights from our team:

Bob got smacked in the side of the head with the ball and referred to it as "good defense."

It was Dylan's turn to throw in the ball. He held the ball over his head but before he would throw it,  he ran to his mom on the sidelines to give her a kiss.

 Cody was kicking the ball from the sidelines into the field and missed. He landed on his backside with the ball underneath him.

Bob scored a goal... for the other team.

The referee took our guys into a huddle and gave them a pep talk.

Dylan got a ball in the face, breaking his glasses and sending them flying in two different directions.

The other team's coach had actual plays drawn out on a clipboard. On our side, the parents reminded the players which way to run by pointing.

Bob got nailed in the chest with the ball and referred to it as "good defense."

Out on the field, Bob had words with one of the players from the other team. "I told him that having fun was the most important thing and he said it wasn't but I know it is."

I love The Red Fire Dragons.

Smacksy Sunday Links

 
A great idea. Spreading fun for kids in poor countries.

If you're a Nina Simone fan (and why wouldn't you be?) you need this. Watch all the way to the end. Via my friend Tedd.

This grandma and her cat - a beautiful photo essay.

Happy Sunday.

Smacksy Saturday Photo: Bales of Happy

On top of the world.

Empty Lap

As I've been sitting down this week to write for my NaNoWriMo project, I keep thinking how much Vi would have loved it. She was a lap sitter. Me, sitting at the computer for hours would have been very all right with her. And her co-piloting my writing would have made me happy. I miss Violet, you guys. 

Those Dudes

"Mom? Are you still wearing the crown we gave you? You're the evil princess. We're going to come attack you but it's going to be a sneak attack, so don't look. No really, stop looking. Wait, Mom! Teddy's trying to get in the fort with me and Desmond!"