Sunday, July 24, 2005

Hold still, Beaver. The fifties are almost over.

Or as DovBear Jr. put it, "Why are they dressed for the olden days?" I don't mean to drag the black-and-white-saddle-shoe-wearing four-year old through the mud, especially when I have absolutely nothing against his father (yet) but didn't you also think that the kid and his sister would have fit in here?

Anyway, screw the judge and POTUS: The boy is the most powerful being in the picture. He is the one living his life and living in the moment

Still, Mrs. Roberts, you'll want to sign him up for karate, pronto. He, unfortunately, will need it when he becomes a 12 year-old boy with classmates who know how to work Google.