My kid was that kid today.

We took advantage of the nice weather today and got out of the house. We met a few of the Aunties at Wahoo's Fish Tacos for some quesadillas and rice (side note: if suddenly the world ran out of cheese or tortillas or rice our children would surely perish). The patio was lovely but the "shark" room called out to us again. This is a room off to the side that holds a sharks head on the wall as well as room for us to be loud and drop rice all over the floor without dissaproving glares from other diners.
We came to the entrance of the room and noticed that it was occupied. My heart froze. A man in his wheelchair was happily eating his quesadilla and beans and rice along with his companion. This man was probably 3 feet tall with a largely disproportionate head. He did look odd but completely cognitive and "normal" whatever that means. My heart had stopped for fear that my two guys would say something. Out loud. So that this poor man might hear. Yeah, it happened. The oldest stopped, stared and raised his arm to point. I felt my heart sink as he yelled (and pointed), "Mom! That guy is really weird, right?" I quickly stuttered a n.n.no and ushered them into a booth. We had a mini lesson on tolerance and acceptance there on the spot. He seemed to understand and I think he actually felt bad about what he said.
I have no idea if this poor guy heard or not. I didn't stick around long enough to find out. I know I should have apologized but I didn't because the three year old had caught a glimpse of this guy and couldn't take his eyes off of him. This kid, while more compassionate, has like NO filter whatsoever. He thinks it- it comes out. Loudly. Besides he was doing the pee pee dance and I suggested we go outside. Only I meant let's eat outside not let's (go) pee outside. When I made it out the door, the three year old was already working on pulling his pants down. Oy vey.
So yeah, one of my kids is that kid that points and stares and the other is that kid that whips his weenie out in public. Parent of the year, here!

the smartest kid on earf

My son's lucky. God gave him all the smarts in the world. Of course he doesn't know everything. God had to leave some for the not smart kids to know. So most kids are smart but he's the smartest. He's like the smartest kid on the whole English island. People on the other island speak Spanish so there might be a few smart Spanish kids. Nobody knows what kind of speaking they do on other islands.

Things he knows that prove he's the smartest kid:

1. Nobody knows why they are smart. They just are. Like him.

2. People have different smarts. God has different smarts and he gives one to everyone. Except him. God gave him more smarts than anybody.

3. People have blood to hold up their bones. And there is a special machine in your bones that makes you talk. And God has a big sheet in Heaven that is kinda skin-y and he covers your blood and bones with skin. Then you come alive and God puts you in your mommy's tummy. And God makes little babies in the tummies of girl babies and when that baby girl gets to be an adult the tiny baby grows bigger and comes out.

4. He doesn't cry at school. He's too smart for that. When he was very new at school, he was shy but he didn't cry.

5. He's smart because he's really really good at building Legos.

6. He realized that he renembers his original fourth birthday when he got cars. He's smart because he's got a really good renembery.

So I guess we'll be working on humility for the next few years. You know, "humility" as in "Do you humility with your grandma? No, she lives at her house." Humility is like living with your family. I'm not making this stuff up, folks. He's the smartest kid on Earf.

Super Captain Superman

His powers of greatness will amaze you.

Super Captain Superman's alter ego.

I love this guy.

Best part of the day

When we do dinner as a family, we always ask the kids what the best part of their day was. Sometimes it's something sweet, sometimes it's totally ridiculous. The best part of today for me is both.

A few minutes ago, I was sitting on the bathroom floor reading a book with one kid on my lap and the other trying to poop on the potty. As sweet as it gets... in a bathroom.