Wednesday, March 28, 2007

Dreaming

Last night I dreamed all the kids at school went on a field trip to Abiyoyo.
Isn't Abiyoyo a person? Or a monster?
Abiyoyo is a person with really stinky, old, messed-up clothes.
So how did they go on a field trip to Abiyoyo?
All the kids did.
I know. But Abiyoyo's a person. You take a field trip to a place.
Abiyoyo's a monster.
OK, but how do you take a field trip to a monster? Don't you take a field trip to a place?
I dreamed it.

Monday, March 05, 2007

4


New coat, party hat. And yes, we do still have a daughter. Why do you ask?

Sunday, February 25, 2007

Please, Lord


... make Grandma take off the pimp hat. Actually, I think Buster's just blinking while watching "The Wizard of Oz" with Grandma in the middle of his own birthday party.

Tuesday, February 20, 2007

Birthday party


Regular candles. Buster decided he wanted it to be a costume party, so he's Buzz Lightyear. Matthew and A.J. are in costume too, I think as various sports figures.

Some grandfatherly costume action. Masks and hats were big this year.

Thursday, February 15, 2007

Pre-birthday party


The old trick candles never fail to amuse. Rob and Amy agree.

Big ol' stuffed Curious George. That's a home run.

See? This was not posed at all. He's asleep.

Tuesday, February 13, 2007

At the dinner table

Dad: Who's funnier, Daisy or you?
Buster: Daisy's funny, and I'm funny, and you're funny, and Mommy's funny.
Dad: Mommy's not funny.
Mom/Buster: Yes I am!/Yes she is!
Dad: No. Mommy's not funny.
Buster: She is.
Dad: One time Mommy told a joke like this. What did the bear say to the horse?
Mom: I never told a joke about a bear.
Buster: Mommy is funny.
Dad: And the answer was "Hi, horse."
Mom: I did not tell that joke.
Dad: She's all, "Get it? Hi horse?"
Mom: I was not.
Buster: No, she didn't. She's funny. And Daisy's funny.
Dad: Daisy's not funny.
Mom: How is Daisy funny?
Buster: She's just ... funny!
Dad: Daisy, are you funny?
Daisy: [Looks up and farts]

OK, yeah. Daisy's funny.

Tuesday, February 06, 2007

In the car

Buster hasn't really liked the Mexican restaurant. Didn't want anything to eat there, and was angry that we hadn't brought anything to eat from home. We would have, but at the time when we would have asked him if he wanted to bring anything, he'd been having a tantrum.

So Buster, did you like that restaurant?
Yeah.
You did?
Yeah.
I gotta say, it didn't seem like it. You didn't eat anything and you acted all grumpy. What did you like about it?
I don't know. I don't really know that much about restaurants.

Tuesday, January 30, 2007

At the mall

Buster and Dad, waiting for Mom and Daisy to catch up, have stopped in front of a Mrs. Fields display featuring an enORMous cookie-cake.

Dad?
Yes, Buster.
I love you.
Oh. I love you too.
[Points to Brobdingnagian cookie] Did you think I was going to say can we have this?
Yes, I did.

[Pause]

Can we?