Grab Bag


Labels: booze, flair, kids, me, temporary and permanent tattoos
So Florida was okay.
Labels: Ana, beach, heck's kitchen, kids, travel
So we went to Maryland somewhere yesterday (to get there: Take a right on New Hampshire Ave and keep going forever) to hang out with Ana's sister and her two boys. Here's the one, who opened the afternoon with a little quiz for yours truly:
Outside, afternoon.
Me: Hi
Kid: Hi what are you doing here
Me: I'm here with your Aunt to hang out with your mom.
Kid: Ok. Do you like X-Men?
Me: (LYING) Sure
Kid runs to get some action figures, brings them back.
Kid: What's your name?
Me: Scott
Kid: Ok you'll be Scott (holds up the super-lame X-Man with the laser eyes or whatever).
Me: (BUMMED) Ok
Kid holds up a blue X-Man.
Kid: This is Beast.
Me: Yeah
Kid holds up another X-Man.
Kid: Who is this?
Me: (Immediately pissed that the kid has sensed my lack of knowledge about and general dislike for his favorite things ever) Uh, I dunno.
Kid: (Disgusted) Ugh. CoLOssus.
I walk over to Ana and her sister and sit down.
Scene.
The thing about me and certain things, like the X-Men and the Princess Bride, is that I don't like them. For no reason, really, other than that I decided not to like them somewhere along the way. The X-Men, I figure, is basically just Harry Potter with adults; I don't like Harry Potter, so ipso facto etcetera ergo proctor hoc I don't like X-Men.
Which isn't a big deal until a kid challenges you on it and you lose.
You know who didn't quiz me about kid stuff? This one, who is basically a painting by a Dutch Master.
Bonus: Cat pouting under a stool
and three adult males wearing Mickey Mouse shirts.
Labels: adults acting like children, chad america, kids

M! Long time no see, girl. Where you been at? What's that? You been hugging kids? Shoot girl, why does that not surprise me. It's like you were made for hugging.
From a 5-year-old's Portland public access cooking show.
Also, for those of you who either thought you would be driving (or biking!) from Arlington to the Inauguration--or anything--in DC on Jan. 20, tough luck! Better hire a limo.
BONUSBONUSBONUS Text convo with Dana Senior yesterday:
Dana: Maybe I just saw Paris Hilton
Me: ¿QuĂ©?!
Dana: At taping of Letterman. Girl is HOMELY
Me: LOLZ 4 REAL
Labels: costumes, Dana Senior, hi-fives, kids, Paris Hilton, videos
Everybody that I've seen since we got back from San Francisco has been all dude, please, where are the videos? Please, something! Maybe of small children we don't know? Well, wait no longer, everybody. Here's a sampling:
1. Ana says "Hey! Take a picture of me jumping from this bed to that bed!" I take video instead. Good decision.
2. Shopping at Target for Ana's 3-year old nephew when I stumble on a cache of Frogz, which are animatronic frogs that sing popular music. I bought this one. After giving it to the nephew, he kissed it on the forehead. Kid recognizes a good thing when he sees it.
3. Ana acts like she's taking my picture and instead attacks my face with the camera. Payback.
4. Possibly the best video of all time: Nephew spinning.
