Excerpts from My Week

(and this is only Tuesday)

Stepping In It

Noah: Why does Darth Vader wear black?
Me: He's a bad guy and bad guys tend to wear black clothes.
Noah: Is white a good color?
Me: Yes.
Noah: So why do the storm troopers wear white?

At which point I realized the hole I was digging and hopefully convinced him that all colors can go either way, depending on who's wearing them.


Hitting the Sauce

This is how I found him. Sitting in the fridge. Nursing a bottle of...
balsamic vinegar.


Just Kidding

On our drive back from Atlanta Sunday night, we stopped at Cracker Barrel for dinner. The boys played with the toys in the store and then ate pancakes (with syrup). Noah was loathe to leave, so he said, "I didn't have any fun here." I replied, "That's too bad. I guess we don't need to bring you back here." Then I pretty much forgot about it. Until...

SEVEN DAYS LATER, we were pulling into our garage and Noah pipes up from the back of the van, "I did have fun at Cracker Barrel. I was just kidding when I said I didn't. I was just kidding. So we should go back there."


The Cosmos

After talking about St. Patrick's Day celebrating Ireland, another country...

Noah: Are the other countries on other planets?
Me: No
Noah: Are the other planets full?
Me: No
Noah: Why not?
Me: They're very far away and it takes a very long time to get to them.
(long pause)
Noah: How do astronauts eat in the space shuttle?
Me: They take food with them inside the shuttle.
Noah: But are they still flying when they eat?
Me: Yes.
Noah: What happens when they use both hands to eat?
Me: There's a computer in the shuttle that helps them fly. They tell it where to go and it takes them in that direction.
Noah: How do they tell it where to go?
Me: They type words into the computer, instructions that the computer can follow.
Noah: What do they do in space?
Me: They're building a building in space - it's called a space station.
Noah: But if it's in space, doesn't it just float away?


Proboscis and All

Noah started sobbing tonight when I told him that I didn't have a proboscis he could play with (it just doesn't sound good, does it? they learned about bees today at school). So we improvised. The first one I made was "too short to reach the nectar." The second met specifications and was approved by my "drone" with constant blowing throughout the evening (think New Year's Eve straw-like, rolled-up party trinkets you blow into to straighten).


And finally,
Would you take a ride with this driver?

Guess so.