Assorted Rumblings

This is your face, as of last night.   I don't know what to say or how you eat.   You look like some kind of lamprey with a ponytail.   The Toothfairy is losing a fortune.   Your head is like a piggy bank.  

And this is your brother from noon to about 1pm on Saturdays.   He's a Rockie.   I watched him run from second base and eat it coming over third.   It was great.   It's bizarre watching a collection of three year olds try to play baseball, but it's worth it for the uniforms.

Also current topics- your love of Pokemon.   It's getting a little out of control.   You spend most of your waking days studying and classifying various Pokemon's and their different iterations.   You're the Charles Darwin of non-existent Japanese cartoon monsters.  

And, your brother starts every sentence one of two ways: "Daddy, um..." or "But Mommy..."    When he's talking to me, it sounds like "Dieeyum" because he says it so fast.    He gets out exactly two words before he realizes he doesn't have a clue what he wants to talk about, other than general gibberish.    When he's talking to your mother, it's exactly as whiny as it sounds.


Finally, your soccer team this year is the awesomely named White Tiger Fury.     Our team initials are WTF, which kind of sums up our game strategy.    I'm assistant coach, and one of my main duties this season has been to correct enthusiastic parents when they start yelling their support of White Fury.     Not really the optics we're going for, especially this year.         Don't forget the Tiger part, people.