Since She Runs Like Flash

Slept in the Tent

We went on a camp out near our home in Superior to Marshall Lake with some friends over the weekend. The kids had a blast and Smith's all ready for next year, promising that then he'll be five and will be brave enough to sleep with Abe and Ethan in their own tent. Sure, buddy.

Hamburger Mouth

Smitty had a little accident as we were walking through the locker rooms to leave the pool yesterday. He really smacked himself hard! Poor guy slipped and landed face first onto the tile. Luckily, he is much better today. The picture just does not do it justice. His gums are so black and blue and he has puncture marks in his lower lip from his upper teeth and a bump in the middle of his forehead.

Nobody's Perfect (according to Smith), Part Deux

This post does not signify a return to Smith's anti-Jesus phase. He just strongly correlates Jesus-the creator-with everything and anything that has been created on earth. For example, we were walking to the Boulder Farmer's Market the other day, and Smith saw a brick in the sidewalk that had eight round nubs on top. He stepped on it and said, "Look, it looks like there is a Lego in the sidewalk. Ha! Jesus must have been playing a joke."

Cool Dude?

Smith and his Dad on their way to see Kung Fu Panda.
With his hat on backwards, he boldly exclaimed, "I'm so cool, huh. I saw this really cool kid today who had his hat on backwards; it was a Sponge Bob hat. He was so cool."

Nobody's perfect (according to Smith)

Smitty and I went to see King Fu Panda last night. As we walked from the car to the theater, Smith hopped and tiptoed over the cracks in the pavement. He stopped when he saw one especially big crack, turned to me and said, "Woah, Dad, look at that humongo crack! I guess Jesus messed up making this street."

Busted

Smith called me at work today and asked what I was doing. "I'm just typing something boring," I replied. Silence filled the phone line. I wondered if Smith had hung up, since silence and Smith usually don't mesh. He spouted out, "You mean you are not going around spying on stuff?" An equally long pause ensued. I just then remembered that when he told me to quit my job and have mom make the money by going to meetings, I told him that I didn't actually go to meetings; I was a secret spy. I then swore him to secrecy, and he allowed me to continue going to work in the mornings. I tried to recover, "No, Smith, I'm really spying on stuff. I forgot you knew my secret." "Dad, I can hear you typing. You're not a spy. Bye." *Click*

The Truth Comes Out

After church today, Smith came to me, begging and pleading for some computer game time. I had taken this away from him earlier when he threw the first tantrum in the church parking lot as we were trying to rush inside to get there in time for the sacrament. And, the second tantrum began when we were finally seated, about who knows what. So, when he came to me asking for a game, I reminded him of the earlier incidents.

"But Mom. Those were fake tears."

Not so Sentimental?

Smitty had his last day of school last week. I asked him if he was sad to be leaving Peter Pan Preschool. He quickly responded with a huge "No." When asked why not? He said, "Well, Mom, next day I can visit Sue or whenever I want and Pat said she is going to come live at my house."
Oh, really?

We really will miss Peter Pan.