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My family and I went to see Alvin and the Chipmunks the other day at the local movie theater. Located in an outside mall, it has very nice curb appeal and the interior is equally luxurious. There are not too many seats per screen and the chairs are big, comfortable and recline. The movie was a few laughs, but there were more to be had.

The movie had its moments, but this is a kids movies and kids have to get up and go to the bathroom. My three year old daughter and I excused ourselves as the Chipmunks were just about to… whatever we are on our way. I carried her out as not to interrupt for too long while making an exit. She liked the way the path lights made her pink shoes glow orange and would likely stop to appreciate it.

The public restroom, to a young child, must be very intimidating. Especially when the hand dryer sounds like a 747 taking off, blowing scraps of paper around in a whirlwind of germs, not to mention the strange wall potties not often seen by girls. Privacy and seating was priority one. In to the stall we went. When seated, the auto flush sensor was at her head level and ‘beeped’ in recognition of her presence. I stood impatiently by waiting for the magic to happen, then Whooosh!, she leaned forward, activating a suction that could’ve brought down the Titanic. Surprised, she gasped for breath and hung on to the sides of the seat like a cat. By this time her posture was upright as we both started laughing uncontrollably. ‘Beep’. “Finish up”, I said, eager to get back in the theater. She replied, “Daddy, I…Whoooosh!” again with the flushing.

We laughed as we washed our hands and all the way back to the movie. “I didn’t push that button, daddy, not that one, not me.”, she kept saying. The movie was pretty good, but the look on her face stole the show.

-Mike

Ask any kid and they’ll show you their Webkinz . Marketed to kids age 6-13, these fuzzy stuffed animals marched in to our house two by two. My kids lobby for computer time, begging to feed their animals.

They have to earn KinzCash by playing games and then buy food for their pets. They can also create rooms for their pets and other stuff. It is supposed to teach them, among other things, to care for a pet. Believe me the cat turds in our house are real.

With limited computer time available to them, the reasons to log on get more creative. “But my Webkinz will die.”, she said, poised to keep a sad face. It sounded reasonable to me. I had also heard it from my niece on my first ‘kinz orientation. After a quick check on the web site, I discovered they can not die but only get very sick.

I can live with that, besides, i’ll bet the ICU is packed with toys wishing them a speedy recovery.

-Mike

Everyone has seen the motivational posters that line the hallways in offices. You pause, reading the insightful script, and carry on with your day, poised to be positive. Have you ever wanted to make your own? Continue reading »

Look what someone made in school for Thanksgiving. Not bad for a one year old.

Who broke my monkey? These are my refrigerator magnets that, until the birth of the fourth girl, represented my three girls. I came home to find my hear no evil monkey with a missing leg. An immediate interrogation ensued.

The problem here is, the first little monkey wasn’t talking, and the third little monkey didn’t see anything. Of course, the first monkey in this report is Ashley and the third monkey is Ella.

Like any gumshoe worth his doughnut, I cracked the perp quickly using time-tested tactics. Ashley sang like a bird. My monkey had taken a dive while the kid was tossing stuff on top the fridge.

Looks like this caper can be wrapped up with a little glue. Until next time…