Iron my shirt, bitch!

En route to his soccer game, the Inch, the mm, and I were listening to "John Barleycorn" by Traffic. I asked him "How old do you think this music is?"

"Very."


After the game he was talking about one of the parents who incessantly criticizes every player, ref, and coach throughout the game, "...and I was like, 'Stuff a sock in it, dude!'"

Today the mm said "I'm done drawing, I don't know what to do next, and don't tell me to read! (a few minutes passes) I think I'll sketch."

I'm running a Water Polo Skills class at the K-8 school. one hour first thing in the morning each day this week. I have a 3rd-grader who clearly does not meet the prerequisite of having passed a deep-end test (but she's damned determined and decided to hang in there) ... but when we were discussing it and I asked her why she picked the class when she hates getting her face wet and ball games she said "I thought it was Marco Polo Skills"

Marco Polo Game for the uninitiated

I don't know if I should :lol: or :facepalm:

My dad, the physics prof, once briefly had a student who signed up for his quantum mechanics course because he wanted to learn how to fix cars.

He would only be able to work on these:

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Toyota Quantum. And only in South Africa.

That looks big and functional.

Today in the car the mm was telling me about some people in the audience of a play she watched the previous night:

"...he was the brother of the girl with the red, flowing locks."

I think she may be reading too much.

is that even possible?

Did anyone else notice that mini-vans are now at least as big as full size vans used to be?

And full size vans have become as big as delivery trucks used to be. Must be something in the water.

They have a six hour per day limit.

:eek:

Excellent!

I thought Common Core was put in place to prevent that sort of frivolity...

That and Fahrenheit 451.